Escape with the Navy SEAL by Regan Black

Author:Regan Black
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2020-09-04T15:14:35+00:00

Chapter 8

After the note she’d found in Eaton’s desk drawer yesterday, Charlotte had only slept in fits and starts. Still, as the faint light filtering through the vent woke her, she knew she’d dreamed of Mark’s kisses. Sitting up, she pressed her lips together gently as if she could preserve the dream kiss.

It hardly mattered what Eaton overheard or saw on the cameras now. According to what she’d found, their path was set. As if the universe concurred, she heard the engine of a small plane overhead.

“Too small for a rescue,” Mark said, coming to his knees. He scowled at the ceiling. “Supplies?”

Her pulse skittered. She should tell him what she’d found and what she suspected. Before she could start, Quick-Punch Kid walked in. He unlocked her cage and led her out of the room.

He escorted her to the latrine. “Take a shower,” he suggested. “And I recommend you use what Eaton brought in to look your best.”

She glared at him and saw the pity in his gaze. He knew the plan. “Would you want to look good for a potential buyer?”

“Better to be seen as valued than disposable,” he said. “Get going.”

She quickly made the most of the facilities, fully aware it could be her last chance for some time. Or ever. Eaton had provided fragrant soap and shampoo and a deep conditioner, as well. A glimpse of heaven before they were tossed into hell. She kept the scrap of fabric she’d torn from the hem of her scrub top and used it to tie her hair into a ponytail.

More guilt surged through her as she brushed her teeth. She should have told Mark what she’d seen in the desk, given him time to prepare.

Quick-Punch Kid led her outside into a morning so bright she shied from the sunlight. He clamped her wrists in a heavy restraint. These cuffs had a solid bar that kept her hands about a foot apart and what appeared to be an electronic lock in the center. He tested the lock, then removed the other handcuffs.

“What are you doing?” Panic was a hot spark under her skin at the back of her neck.

He shook his head, completely unsympathetic. “Deal with it.”

“No.” The regular cuffs had been bad enough. She tugged one wrist and then the other, only to feel a small jolt of electricity that made her pinky fingers numb. “What’s going on? Please, please take these off.” She couldn’t survive in or out of the cage with her hands in this contraption.

Muscle walked up from the direction of the dock and laughed. “Go on and get the other one,” he said to Quick-Punch Kid. He aimed a Taser at her. “I’ll keep her in line.”

Being alone with Muscle again made her whole body quiver. She shifted her gaze slightly, keeping him in view, but deliberately focusing on the beautiful day. This was perfect weather for a picnic on the beach and here she was on what might be the last day of her life.

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