Chapter 8
CHAPTER EIGHT
After the chivalrous masked man left the room, Dana was left to mull things over.
These guys were so inept. They’d overlooked multiple tiny details, including the fact that their voices could be clearly heard from the next room. Morons.
Nolan, Hunter, and Pete. Quite the trio.
From what she’d overheard, the one in charge of dealing with her, Nolan, was the best of the bunch. Of course, if he were to be believed, he wasn’t a criminal at all . After giving it some thought, she actually believed that to be the case. It didn’t seem like this was his usual gig. He’d mentioned taking off work, so he had a regular job. And look at the pansy-assed way he’d tried to back out of this situation, as if saying never mind undid the whole thing.
The way he’d bumbled through the door, holding a tray of what he thought was the perfect dinner, was endearing but not that smart. She could have waited by the door when she heard the key in the lock and pushed right past him. Also, he was way too trusting with the silverware. Even a spoon could be a weapon under the right circumstances. As for the dinner—was he going to let her order something specific every day? It was like he was afraid she’d give him a bad review.
The kidnapping was fine, but I can’t say as much for the comfort of the bed or the food! I would never go back. Two stars.
She had a feeling he was cute, though. Eventually, she’d get him to take off that mask and see if she was right. He had expressive eyes and a nice voice. He was tall, too, at least six-two, which meant he had a few inches on Antonio, who had a shorter, stockier build. And those sexy indigo eyes! Dana imagined that even if his features were average, the eyes made him a standout.
Rebecca Cavanaugh couldn’t have handled this any better, she thought proudly. Dana had watched as he opened the wine bottle, and he hadn’t added anything to the liquid. Then she’d had him eat the steak to ensure it hadn’t been tampered with. Lastly, she’d gotten a lot of information out of him. He’d confirmed there were three of them, and he’d been concerned about the other two harming her. And he was a superfan, someone who’d read all her books and watched her interviews. That meant that he felt like he knew her and saw himself as the hero in this scenario. He’d also revealed that there were houses within walking distance.
Yes, in one conversation, she’d gotten quite the lowdown.
His offer to let her go was unexpected, but that wasn’t how this was going to play out. She couldn’t leave now—they hadn’t even made a ransom request. Ian would think she’d faked the whole thing for attention.
She picked up the steak knife she’d surreptitiously slipped under her bottom while he’d been nervously piling the silverware and dishes onto the tray. She’d thought her captor would notice it sitting on the chair when she got up to confront him, but his eyes never left her face.
If this were a game, she’d be ahead.