Wait, does that mean what I think it means?

I’m not letting you go until you tell me what I want to know.

Did our dreamy man stud with the killer voice kidnap this girl? This woman, I mean, who was stalking her own daughter – estranged daughter? Is that the right term? I think it is.

Wait, I’m lost. So mom was stalking daughter. Daughter she already “snatched,” according to sexy voice man hunk, at some point. She was also calling someone mentioned only as him.

Calling his work every day.

Trying to threaten him.

Who is this mystery man? I wonder. Is he the baby daddy? It would make sense. But why then is our hunky dream voice man the one cornering her? Was he hired by baby daddy to do the dirty work here? Or does he have some deeper vested interest in all of this?

And is he holding her hostage here?

Struggling with my internal sense of right and wrong, I press my ear to the wall again.

“Start talking, Cami,” He says, the silent threat in his voice so obvious, I wonder what he’ll do to her if she doesn’t do as he tells her. Would he hurt her? If he would, wouldn’t he have done it already?

It’s not like she’s been exactly forthcoming with information.

“What do you want me to say?” She asks and I want to slap her upside the head. Duh. He told you what he wants. He wants you to set his mind at ease. He wants to know that the people he’s talking about are safe.

Oooh, maybe they’re his family! That could be why he’s so desperate for information. Geez, I’m glad he’s mad at her and not me. I’d be peeing my pants right now if I was in her seat. How terrifying must it be to be before such an angry man intent on getting information about his family?

Then again, he might be a hired goon. The family angle fits too conveniently. It’s like some damn novel and I’m caught hook, line and sinker.

And I still wish I had popcorn. Though I bet the crunching would make it impossible to hear anything.

“The truth, Cami,” The guy says, his anger growing in volume and intensity. I jolt a little, feeling the same shock I’d feel if someone yelled, even though he’s not being very loud at all. How does he do that? With little volume he manages to elicit the same fear I feel when someone screams in my face.

Damn.

“I just wanted to see her, Connor!” She says, her tone pleading as she begins crying again. I find myself wondering why she’s not screaming for help. This is too weird. If she was actually kidnapped, wouldn’t she call out for help? It’s got to be an improve thing.

“That’s my daughter,” she says, her voice straining and breaking with her obvious pain. “She doesn’t even know me. I just wanted to see her.” She dissolves into tears and I’m sure it’s method acting. It’s got to be. Maybe they’re some indie artists creating the next Sundance blockbuster.

Still, the story is too spectacular. This kind of thing doesn’t happen in real life. Women don’t lose custody of their kids, steal them away in the middle of the night, and answer to the voice of god in a hotel room with tissue thin walls.

It’s got to be something else.

“There’s more to it,” He says and I close my eyes, loving how his voice flows over me like honey. Damn. He’s got to be an actor. At least a voice actor. Damn. Too yummy.

Though, I have to wonder if I’m also enjoying this position of power he’s got himself in. My ex was not at all the kind of guy who actually held power. He tried, but a lot can be said about he who tried.

Tried can lead to failed. Hell, I think it does more often than not.

With my ear pressed to the wall, I can hear Connor’s anger rising. He’s starting to get quieter. The edge of his voice is growing sharper, more dangerous by the word. “That’s not good enough,” he says, his voice like honeyed perfection. I shiver, loving the depth of it, the hum that’s deep in his throat as he speaks such dangerous words.

Damn. Maybe I’d like to be in her place right now. This is weirdly sexy.

“I don’t know what you want me to say!” She says, her voice angry as she lashes out for the first time. But it’s a quiet anger, a gentle lash. She’s aware of her noise level, she’s keeping it to a respectful minimum. Not something someone would do if they were really in trouble. And it makes it obvious he’s not controlling her volume. She could scream and he’d clearly not do anything to stop it.

Right?

“Were you going to try to take Olivia again?” He snarls, and I feel that tickle of pure pleasure down my spine again. Damn it, this is oddly stimulating. What is with his voice? Maybe he’s using something to make it weird. Some kid of voice altering device. Something that gives his voice impossible layers of depth and power.

Or I’m just fucking losing it and getting wet over the voice of a stranger who might be a serial killer. Or a kidnapper. Or a method actor. Eww. It’s hard to tell which of those is worse. Or not. Method acting by a mile. I only knew one serious method actor, and he was the kind of weird you don’t associate with if you’ve got a vagina.

Clearly, I’m not the only one who got that memo. Facebook has officially declared him a virgin for life. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. I mean, it’s less hassle and heartbreak. Or so I hear.