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through the doctors’ entrance on the south side of the building. It’s closer to the parking lot so you won’t have so far to walk.”
    “Thanks,” Nick forced himself to say.
    Before he left the room, Van Zandt rested a hand on Nick’s shoulder. “It’s going to be all right if you do what I tell you. I promise. But if you don’t . . .” He didn’t finish his sentence. The warning was implicit.
    Easy for him to say. He had a killer job and two good legs and a fiancée who loved him.
    “Yeah.” Nick nodded.
    He’d come to his appointment with the expectation that he’d be returning to work on Monday. He was leaving with the realization he was stuck with himself for six more weeks, or risk losing his career forever.
    Fuck it all. He felt like he’d just received a roundhouse kick to the head.
    Again.
    The sleek architecture of the Medical Arts Center in northwest Houston where Evan leased office space exuded a clean, faultless charm achieved only by brand-new buildings.
    Feeling like an extra from
The
Rocky Horror Picture Show
trying to sneak into the Oval Office for an audience with the president, Delaney paced the sidewalk outside the doctors’ entrance.
    The black, thigh-high, vamp boots Jillian had loaned her pinched her toes, and the pink raincoat covering her skimpy black bustier, garters, and fishnet stockings rustled noisily. A modest-sized dildo, which Tish had insisted she buy when they’d finally made it over to the sex toy store, rested in her raincoat pocket.
    With both hands she carried a small, lightweight tarp pilfered from her father’s barbecue grill. She had come fully prepared to carry out this sexy hostage-taking fantasy.
    But doubt was making mincemeat of her already shaky self-confidence. Nervously, she nibbled her bottom lip, and then realized she was mangling her lipstick and forced herself to stop.
    Remind me again why you’re doing this?
    To improve sex with Evan.
    Is that really the reason?
    Okay, if she was being truly honest with herself, she had to admit it was a last-ditch effort. Before she hitched her life to Evan’s forever, she wanted to know if the possibility of sexual electricity even existed between them.
    And if it doesn’t?
    Delaney shook her head. Tish and Jillian and Rachael and even her dead sister, Skylar, felt certain that taking Evan hostage for an afternoon of unexpected sexual delight was exactly the thing their relationship needed.
    But what if they were wrong? What if Evan hated this surprise seduction? What if he refused to play along? Or worse yet, what if he did play along, but the seduction did nothing to spice up their sex life?
    She checked her watch. Twelve-oh-five.
    Where was he?
    She’d phoned Evan early that morning and invited him to lunch. He’d promised to meet her in the parking lot outside of his office at noon.
    He’s a doctor, his time isn’t his own. Patience, patience. He’ll be here.
    Good advice, except the waiting was ramping up her nerves and making her palms sweaty. Quickly she peeked through the darkly tinted back door to see if she could spot Evan in the hallway.
    Ooh, ooh, there he was, head down, ambling toward the exit.
    Excitement spun through her. Pulse pounding, she jumped behind the door.
    This is it.
    She raised the tarp up in front of her, ready to toss it over his head when he came through the door.
    Several seconds passed.
    Where was he? What was taking so long?
    Just as she was about to take another peek, the door swung open.
    A thrill, unlike anything she’d ever felt, took swift possession of her. Delaney pitched the tarp down over his head, whipped the dildo from the pocket of her raincoat, and then pressed the tip of it against his spine.
    “This is a gun,” she growled in a movie moll voice. “Do as I say, or you’re gonna get a bullet in your back.”
    In her imagination Evan’s knees would quake. He would raise his hands over his head, beg her not to kill him, and then promise to do whatever she