“If you’re looking for your purse, it’s over there,” the guy said and pointed. “Whoever you were with tossed it.”

“Oh, thank god.” I marched over and bent to pick up the small black purse. “What’s your name,” I asked as I turned toward him.

He gave me a smirk as he stood in front of the truck. I gripped my purse tighter as I stepped closer once more. His eyes were intense, like they were swallowing me whole even though he hadn’t moved.

“Cain,” he held out his hand.

“Kirby,” I said and reached for his hand. As our hands met, I sucked in a deep breath as the sexy dreams I’d been having of this man rushed to the surface of my mind. His hand was firm and warm, and I had to force myself to release it. “You have really nice hands,” I said. Clearing my throat, I felt compelled to explain. “I was expecting rougher hands with the type of work you do.”

Awkward much?

Turning, I practically sprinted to the passenger side of the truck. I had no idea where that random comment came from, but he didn’t acknowledge my strange outburst as he got in beside me. If an award could be handed out for the worst day ever, I think I may have won.

It couldn’t get any worse than almost being raped by my ex.

Chapter 18

CAIN

There are just sometimes in this life that I had to wonder if there really was a God, and if there was, did he hate his creations as much as I did? I had a whole plan on how to kidnap Kirby. I’d spent all last night mapping it out to the letter, and then Peter, oh so generously, helped me out. He made my plan so easy that I couldn’t even believe it. The man was still going to meet the end of my blade, and as Kirby sat quietly beside me, I deemed it was going to be a far sweeter kill with her watching.

My cock had been rock hard the moment she touched my hand, but the scent of her skin filling the cab of my truck made it hard to think about anything other than getting her under me. Even though the truck was warm, she pulled the coat around her body tighter and stared out the window. I figured that this was one of those moments I should be feeling bad that her night was going to take another turn, and yet that wasn’t me. Why should I feel bad that the fly flew into the center of the web I was already making?

I stopped at the metal gate to put the code into the keypad entrance. The little boxed beeped as I entered in the nine-digit code. You could never be too safe.