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wineries, and their own employees. By the time she returned home she'd have a migraine and a strong desire to slit her throat.
    As she slid onto the seat and fastened her seatbelt, the car pulled away from the curb.
    "Only the two of us tonight," Duncan said, and she looked up with a start, her heart beginning to pound when she took in the empty passenger seat.
    "Where's your father?"
    "He thought we young folks might like an evening to ourselves." Duncan smiled into the rear view mirror, a self-satisfied smirk she longed to slap right off his face.
    "Forget it. Take me home."
    "I don't think so." Duncan pushed down on the gas pedal and the car leaped forward. Glancing out the window, Morgan saw they weren't headed downtown.
    "Where are we going?"
    "You'll see." He sped up again. He was driving way too fast for this neighborhood. Had he been drinking?
    Probably.
    "Duncan, I'm serious. Take me home."
    "Relax, Tate. You're always so uptight. Maybe if you were getting some you wouldn't be such a bitch."
    Getting some? She hoped he didn't think he'd be getting some tonight.
    She stealthily unlocked the door and gripped the handle. She couldn’t jump out of a moving vehicle but sooner or later he'd have to slow down. No way was she going to let him whisk her out of the city to some private place where she would be at his mercy. She knew all too well that men would use their strength against her, given half a chance.
    Against her will, a memory of the night she and Claire had gone after Daniel Ledstrom flashed into her mind. Daniel – Claire's ex – had taken thousands of dollars of interior design supplies from her home and stashed them in the garage of his mother's vacant house. Claire thought she knew where he'd put them, and when they'd gone to check it out, they'd been cornered by Daniel and two of his thug friends. Morgan closed her eyes against the memories of the man who'd tossed her over his shoulder, hauled her into the house and dumped her on a bed. When he'd climbed on top of her, she'd thought she'd never get away. He'd torn her blouse open – touched her…
    When she finally felt the car decelerate, she took her chance. Before Duncan had even pulled to a stop at the light, she clawed her seatbelt off, flung the door open, and leaped out. Her head down, she raced onto the sidewalk and down the street. It was quiet here – an industrial area. She had to hide before Duncan circled around the block.
    Fishing her phone out of her purse, Morgan dialed information and asked to be put through to a cab company. She didn't stop moving and she didn't dial 911. Getting the police involved wouldn't solve anything since Duncan hadn't actually done anything yet. Plus it would get her fired, and without a recommendation from the only employer she'd had for a decade, she'd be toast. She'd have to figure out what to do about that tomorrow; right now, she needed to get home. Darting down an alley, she turned a corner and checked the street-signs.
    "Hello," she said when her call was put through. Fighting for breath, she kept running. "I need a cab. Fast."
    A screech of tires warned her Duncan was trolling the streets. She ducked down another alley and hid behind a dumpster. Duncan might drive up and down the area for a while, but he'd never get out and search on foot. He was too lazy.
    Besides, he'd know right where to find her tomorrow. Time to update that résumé.
    Half an hour later, a taxi dropped her off in front of her building and she climbed out, nearly weak with relief. Duncan hadn't found her before the cab arrived. She was out forty dollars, and she dreaded what the morning would bring, but she was home.
    Safe.
    But as she walked into the covered garage under her three story complex, toward the entrance to her unit, she stifled a gasp when she saw a man loitering by her door. She stopped, ready to run, until she recognized him.
    Rob.
    Shocked, she lifted a hand to her hair. She was sweaty and disheveled from her dash