Nausea pitted her belly, but she couldn’t be sick. She had to figure out where she was and how to get out.
Carefully, she turned and set her bare feet on the wooden floorboards. Her gaze caught on a photo on the bedside table… A woman with a wide smile and green eyes eerily similar to Callie’s. Antwan’s arms were wrapped around her waist from behind, and they looked…happy.
Who was she?
Callie shook her head. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except getting out.
On legs that didn’t feel steady, she rushed to the window and pulled back the curtains to see nothing but trees. There was no fence. No other houses. She was isolated.
Shit, shit, shit.
Gripping the bottom of the window, she attempted to tug it up. She knew what would happen—of course she did—but she had to try.
It didn’t budge, not even a little bit.
She pulled harder. Again, nothing.
Her gaze caught on the small key lock. With shaking fingers, she traced the hole with her finger before inspecting the rest ofthe window. It was new. Everything about this room seemed old except the window.
He’d replaced it to lock her in. Had he replaced all of them?
Fear twisted her belly before shifting into something else. Something harder but easier to manage. Anger. Red-hot anger that this man she’d trusted, who was supposed to be a friend, would do this. Scare her. Hide her somewhere with him.
She crossed the room and tried the doorknob. She expected it to be locked as well. It wasn’t. Did that mean there wouldn’t be any other escape routes in the house?
She’d find a way out. She had to.
She’d just inched the door open when she heard a sound from somewhere in the cabin.
What was that? A plate being set against a counter?
Slowly, she inched out into a short hall before stopping at a small kitchen and living room. Antwan’s back was toward her as he lifted a plate from a rack and dried it with a tea towel.
He was doing dishes.
She almost wanted to laugh. A hysterical, you’ve-got-to-be-kidding-me kind of laugh, because it was absurd. Completely and utterly absurd that this man wouldkidnap her, then do a mundane task like drying dishes.
“I was wondering when you’d wake up.”
She jumped at the sound of his voice. But she shouldn’t have been surprised he knew she was there. He was just as perceptive as Lock, and Lock was always aware of his surroundings.
She wrapped her arms around her waist to chase off the chill. “Where are we?”
He turned, his black eyes staring into her. “Our cabin.”
Our cabin?
He said it like this was some romantic getaway, when it was the furthest thing from that.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of keys. “And there’s no getting out, Callie, so don’t try. It’s you and me.”
She swallowed the anger that threatened to break free. “Make this make sense, Antwan, because right now, I’m really confused.”
“What are you confused about, darlin’?”
What was she confused about? Was he trying to get a reaction out of her? “We’re just friends. We’ve always been friends.”
“Not true. I’ve loved you since the day Lock introduced us. I understand you might not feel the same about me right now, but one day you will.”
