I Ran Away With My Kidnapper
He tried to grab my wrist and shouted, “Jane! You—”
But before he could finish, Lucas kicked him out the door and locked it behind him.
Holding me close, Lucas ignored the pounding outside and whispered in my ear, “Jane, it’s too noisy here. Why don’t you move in with me?”
In all these years, I had never felt such overwhelming affection. It felt like warm sunshine on my skin on a cold day.
Looking at the man holding me so tightly, I gave in and muttered, “Okay.”
Outside, Ethan realized he could not get the door open and stormed home.