agitation in her voice, but she didn’t care.
Gage smiled and crossed over to the bed. “We’re not trying to keep secrets. You just looked tired. We thought you might drift off to sleep again if we were quiet enough.” He picked up her hand and began stroking her fingers.
“Gage…” She couldn’t finish her thought as he cupped her other hand and repeated the sensual caress. Damn. Why did she respond so easily to him?
The dream .
That must be it. Just after Sam had left she’d drifted back to sleep and dreamt Gage had kissed her. That he’d trailed his fingers down her body, caressing her skin, stroking his tongue against hers. She remembered arching into him, laying her leg across his thighs, silently asking him to touch her. He’d chuckled and moved his finger through her slit, circling her clit until a gentle orgasm had washed through her. He’d lulled her back to sleep then, his arms holding her tight, whispered words of love following her into the darkness. It’d been so real. But then she’d woken later in the same position she’d gone to sleep in, and had realised it’d just been her fantasy taking over again.
“All I do is sleep.”
“You’ve lost nearly half your blood volume in a matter of days. You’re lucky you’re conscious enough to sleep.” He settled on the edge of the bed. “Would you rather talk?”
She tensed. She’d known it’d only be a matter of time before he asked about the abduction. “About what?”
Gage brushed his fingers along her jaw. “It’s okay, darling. If you don’t want to talk about it yet, we’ll understand. Sam and I can wait until you’re ready.”
He was being too patient, too understanding, and just too damn considerate. And the combination only made her want to help him. “I don’t remember too much. I think he gave me something to try and knock me out.”
“It was in the syringe and the cream,” said Sam, stepping over to the bed. “The lab tested them. Both substances were loaded with a form of Ketamine . It affects the body similarly to an aesthetic.”
“That explains why I had trouble moving,” she replied.
“Luckily for us, your wound didn’t allow it to enter your blood stream fast enough to completely immobilise you.” Sam smiled at her. “You put up quite a struggle in the parking lot.”
“He was going to put me in the trunk!” she spat out, pulling her hands away from Gage before wrapping them around her chest. “I know better than to allow that to happen. At least not without a fight.”
“You did great,” said Gage. “Sam was just trying to point that out.” He scooted closer. “We’re not trying to criticise your tactics. We just want to know what you remember.”
She nodded, leaning back against the bed. “Sorry, Sam.”
“It’s okay. Under the circumstances, you’re allowed the occasional outbreak.” He shot Gage a quick glance. “Would you feel more comfortable if I left?”
“You don’t have to leave. That’s not what this is about.” She lowered her gaze. “He wants me,” she whispered.
“Do you know why?” asked Sam.
“He thinks he’s saving me. That I love him. He wants us to be…lovers.” She flinched at Gage’s curse
“Did he touch you?” growled Gage.
She bit her bottom lip as she nodded her reply.
“God damn.” Gage got up and stalked across the floor, slamming his fists against the couch. He turned back towards her, physically restraining his anger. “Did he hurt you?”
His voice was dark and the look in his eyes was nothing short of barbaric. “It hurt the most when he grabbed my neck.” She grazed her fingers across the marks.
Gage lunged to the bed, taking her in his arms. “I’m so sorry.”
She felt the tears gather as he stroked her hair. “There’s more.”
Gage pulled back. “What?”
“He called me, Sarah.”
* * * *
Brooklyn sighed, still sitting on the bed an hour later, while Gage and Sam scrutinised their notes. She was
Gage smiled and crossed over to the bed. “We’re not trying to keep secrets. You just looked tired. We thought you might drift off to sleep again if we were quiet enough.” He picked up her hand and began stroking her fingers.
“Gage…” She couldn’t finish her thought as he cupped her other hand and repeated the sensual caress. Damn. Why did she respond so easily to him?
The dream .
That must be it. Just after Sam had left she’d drifted back to sleep and dreamt Gage had kissed her. That he’d trailed his fingers down her body, caressing her skin, stroking his tongue against hers. She remembered arching into him, laying her leg across his thighs, silently asking him to touch her. He’d chuckled and moved his finger through her slit, circling her clit until a gentle orgasm had washed through her. He’d lulled her back to sleep then, his arms holding her tight, whispered words of love following her into the darkness. It’d been so real. But then she’d woken later in the same position she’d gone to sleep in, and had realised it’d just been her fantasy taking over again.
“All I do is sleep.”
“You’ve lost nearly half your blood volume in a matter of days. You’re lucky you’re conscious enough to sleep.” He settled on the edge of the bed. “Would you rather talk?”
She tensed. She’d known it’d only be a matter of time before he asked about the abduction. “About what?”
Gage brushed his fingers along her jaw. “It’s okay, darling. If you don’t want to talk about it yet, we’ll understand. Sam and I can wait until you’re ready.”
He was being too patient, too understanding, and just too damn considerate. And the combination only made her want to help him. “I don’t remember too much. I think he gave me something to try and knock me out.”
“It was in the syringe and the cream,” said Sam, stepping over to the bed. “The lab tested them. Both substances were loaded with a form of Ketamine . It affects the body similarly to an aesthetic.”
“That explains why I had trouble moving,” she replied.
“Luckily for us, your wound didn’t allow it to enter your blood stream fast enough to completely immobilise you.” Sam smiled at her. “You put up quite a struggle in the parking lot.”
“He was going to put me in the trunk!” she spat out, pulling her hands away from Gage before wrapping them around her chest. “I know better than to allow that to happen. At least not without a fight.”
“You did great,” said Gage. “Sam was just trying to point that out.” He scooted closer. “We’re not trying to criticise your tactics. We just want to know what you remember.”
She nodded, leaning back against the bed. “Sorry, Sam.”
“It’s okay. Under the circumstances, you’re allowed the occasional outbreak.” He shot Gage a quick glance. “Would you feel more comfortable if I left?”
“You don’t have to leave. That’s not what this is about.” She lowered her gaze. “He wants me,” she whispered.
“Do you know why?” asked Sam.
“He thinks he’s saving me. That I love him. He wants us to be…lovers.” She flinched at Gage’s curse
“Did he touch you?” growled Gage.
She bit her bottom lip as she nodded her reply.
“God damn.” Gage got up and stalked across the floor, slamming his fists against the couch. He turned back towards her, physically restraining his anger. “Did he hurt you?”
His voice was dark and the look in his eyes was nothing short of barbaric. “It hurt the most when he grabbed my neck.” She grazed her fingers across the marks.
Gage lunged to the bed, taking her in his arms. “I’m so sorry.”
She felt the tears gather as he stroked her hair. “There’s more.”
Gage pulled back. “What?”
“He called me, Sarah.”
* * * *
Brooklyn sighed, still sitting on the bed an hour later, while Gage and Sam scrutinised their notes. She was
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