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herself.
    Come on. Home.
    Nothing.
    Her breath came faster, too fast now.
    The man mumbled something under his breath and shifted in his sleep, forcing her to move. If she couldn’t even remember where she lived, there was no more doubt in her mind that the sleeping creep had drugged her before bringing her here last night.
    Dear God, she hoped it was last night. She swallowed the possibility she’d been here longer.
    As quietly as she could, she used the coffee table to lift herself to a stand. An overwhelming wave of dizziness had her knees buckling, and she fell back down to the floor, her knee banging the coffee table with enough force that her eyes immediately shot to the man.
    His eyes opened. He stared at the ceiling.
    He was going to grab her and have his way with her, and suddenly she wished for the vacancy in her mind to rescue her from this reality again. She wanted to throw up. Damn it, she was going to throw up. She hugged her knees, fighting the need to vomit.
    “Are you okay?” the man asked.
    Now she’d done it, woken the bear who was bound to try to keep her in this cave. His voice was deeper than she’d been expecting, its tone vibrating in her chest. She looked to a doorway, knowing it was too far for her to run.
    She had to pretend she wasn’t afraid, had to keep him at ease. She threw him what she hoped looked like an embarrassed glance over her shoulder. “I feel sick to my stomach.”
    “Does your head hurt?”
    “Yes.”
    He threw back the covers. “You probably have a concussion,” he said, standing. He walked past her, an obvious limp making him no less threatening. As if the strength of his body wasn’t enough to intimidate her, he towered over her like few men in her life ever had. He was six-five, easily, maybe more.
    He walked back into the room, placing a mixing bowl on the table beside her. “Just in case,” he said. “How are you feeling, other than the nausea?”
    “Like I got hit by a train.”
    “That’s not far off. Can you lift your head?”
    “Not without fireworks going off in my brain.”
    “Understandable, given what happened.”
    She swallowed hard against her dry throat, then realized with horror she was close to tears. Her lips began to shake. “What happened, exactly?” she asked.
    “You don’t remember?”
    “No.”
    He reached to touch her, and she recoiled.
    “I just want to see your head,” he said.
    She eyed him warily. “I’m fine.”
    “I’m not going to hurt you, Olivia.”
    “Who are you?”
    “Trevor Hawkins. Hawk.”
    “Why did you bring me here, Trevor Hawkins?”
    He furrowed his brow. “We were in an accident. I came around a blind curve in my truck and there you were, stuck in the snow, standing outside your car. It was too late for me to stop. The impact threw you and you hit your head, which was lucky because both cars caught fire.”
    She lifted her hand to her head tentatively. A large lump and a messy scab were tender to the touch. Her hair was filled with hard bits of blood. She thought of her sharp, nasty headache. The nausea and dizziness. “Why aren’t we in the hospital?”
    “My cell phone was in my car. I assume yours was, too, and the phone here is dead. I haven’t been able to contact anyone.”
    She turned her gaze to the front window, instantly sorry for the movement. “What about a passing car?”
    “There aren’t any. Wouldn’t surprise me if they closed the road. We’re in the middle of a blizzard on Warsaw Mountain.”
    “Blizzard?”
    “Yes. It’s pretty bad.” He stood, walking past her toward a hallway, and she noted a tattoo on his bicep, an eagle and an anchor.
    “They have to have a radio or a TV somewhere,” he said.
    Warsaw Mountain.
    The name meant nothing to her. She lived in… in… God, where did she live?
    He walked back into the room, fiddling with a small radio in his hands. His eyes met hers. “You look like you’re going to cry,” he said.
    She opened her mouth to speak, but