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It was coming straight at them.

A truck rumbling down the road at breakneck speed.

“Run!” Tate yelled.

They took a dozen steps before gunshots exploded around them...and someone yelled, “Freeze!”

As Liberty halted, she felt Tate’s arms encircle her. She didn’t ever want to move. Not because she would be shot but because Tate’s arms were around her. Strong arms she had missed so much it made her want to cry.

“Get in the truck,” the gunman ordered. He zip-tied their wrists, so tight the strap cut off her circulation.

Kidnapped.

What was her boss going to think?

First he’d have to realize what happened to her. But then would he think she was part of this with Tate?

“What are you going to do with us?”

He tipped his head back and let out a roar of laughter. His cackle told her what she needed to know. He planned to kill them.