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were literally in the middle of nowhere. She wasn’t even quite sure what city they were nearest to, only that it smelled like cows and country.
    Not to mention the fact that she would be lucky to get a quarter of a mile before Warrick caught up with her again. The guy had always seemed to be one step ahead of her, even when they were kids. Playing tag had always been a big joke—she’d be lucky to get a few inches ahead. And he’d always found her during hide and seek, swearing he could smell the cookies on her breath a mile away.
    Sienna sighed and walked to the small bathroom and stood in front of the mirror. A gurgle of disbelief fled her throat at her reflection. “My God.”
    Scowling, she washed her face clean of smudged eyeliner and mascara, then the rest of her makeup. She plucked the few remaining pins from her hair and shook free the few tendrils that still lingered in the chignon.
    Then she finger combed the strands and scowled, almost wishing for her brush. But then that would look like she was trying and, dammit all, she did not want to give Warrick the impression that she was trying to look good for him.
    And she’d actually thought he’d been about to kiss her? Ha! Then again, six years ago she’d probably looked worse than this and it certainly hadn’t deterred Warrick that night…
    The image in the mirror morphed into a younger, eighteen-year-old version of herself. So naïve and so completely in love with her older brother’s best friend.
    She gripped the counter as pain stabbed her chest, and bit her lip to control the memory that threatened.No. No , she couldn’t think about that night. Images flitted through her head. One after another in rapid-fire succession.
    Desperately she tried to block them, think of something else, but it was already too late…
     
     
    “Prom was invented by the devil,” Sienna muttered, clutching the edge of her fluffy pink prom dress as she stumbled down the darkened road in high heels.
    Her tears had long since dried up, leaving what she was sure were unflattering streaks of mascara down her face. She knew she should still be afraid—out walking the highway alone after midnight—but right now, she was just a little too pissed off and shaken.
    When she’d asked Dayle to go to prom, she couldn’t have predicted this. But then maybe she should have, seeing as what had just happened in his car fifteen minutes ago.
    Headlights bounced on the road up ahead and she stiffened, hoping it wasn’t Dayle coming back to pick her up. When she’d climbed out of his car, she’d been pretty sure he’d gotten the message about her removing his genitals with pliers if he tried to follow her.
    The car slowed and she muttered a curse when it swerved to the side of the road in front of her, spraying gravel just inches from her feet.
    The fear from earlier resurfaced, tightening her throat as she stumbled backward. He had come back.
    A door slammed and a tall figure strode swiftly toward her. “Sienna?” a male voice said sharply.
    Relief rocketed through her so swiftly that her limbs went weak and tears filled her eyes. No. Definitely not her groping bastard of a date.
    “Warrick,” she choked out, as her older brother’s best friend reached for her. “How did you find me?”
    “Sheer luck.” Warrick’s arms went around her, pulling her head against his chest and her into a snug, warm embrace.
    The fear slipped away, leaving an absolute certainty that she was safe now. She was always safe with Warrick.
    “Jesus, are you okay, Sienna? What’s going on? Why the hell are you out walking alone on a deserted road? It’s almost one in the morning.”
    Tears spilled down her cheek as she shook her head. “I am so not okay. And I’m out walking alone because my date had his own perverted version of a post-prom party.”
    A savage growl erupted from Warrick’s throat, and Sienna blinked, her pulse quickening as she unconsciously pulled away from the fury in his