I woke when I felt a gentle nudging to my shoulder. I sighed softly, not sure if I wanted the whole situation to be a dream or otherwise. I sat upright, glancing at Owen with a frown. We had landed.

He hopped out of the cockpit and circled around to help me down. I appreciated the effort, and his hand lingered on mine longer than was strictly necessary. He looked troubled, and I almost wondered if he was actually worried about me. Not that it would make any sense, but the smile he offered had my pulse quickening.

“So…California, huh?” I observed.

He nodded, guiding me away from the plane and towards a SUV that just so happened to be waiting for us. I groaned at the sight of the vehicle, getting sick of the whole traveling thing.

“Can I at least stretch my legs first? I’m so stiff,” I whined, reaching out to touch his arm.

“You’re stretching your legs now,” he said dismissively.

I pouted pointedly as he began shoving our bags in the trunk of the vehicle, whistling a jaunty tune. It was as if he enjoyed pushing my buttons, like he got some sort of thrill out of the situation. Maybe he did. I smiled at the thought in spite of myself.

“You’re an ass,” I declared, bouncing on my heels beside him.

He chuckled, and I counted myself fortunate that he didn’t seem to be intent upon keeping up the frigid act.

“Am I at least an attractive ass? Not flat or too flabby?” he threw back at me, and I blushed, much to my chagrin. “Come on, you’re the one passing judgments here. Be brutal,” he continued, meeting my gaze daringly.

“You have a great ass,” I blurted out, cheeks burning as I quickly amended the statement. “You are a great ass! A great big ass,” I spluttered.

He watched me with an amused expression, his eyes twinkling.

“Thanks…I think,” he settled on, gesturing towards the passenger side door.

I cursed under my breath, internally berating myself for being so transparent. I slid into the seat, slamming the door shut and crossing my arms sourly. As he got in, he considered me for a moment before breaking out in another large grin.

“You’re a great ass too,” he teased.

I stared, reddening when I understood the implications.

“Thanks,” I said shyly, not quite sure how else to reply.

We fell into a relatively companionable silence, the music from the radio filling the empty airspace in the car. I tried to keep from staring at him, but mostly just managed to keep myself content with glancing at him every twelve seconds. I was on the third second when he reached out to turn the radio down, and I turned look at him.

“So, are you feeling any better? I know things aren’t exactly ideal, but I’d rather you talk to me than shove it all down,” he said gently.

I smiled sincerely, touched by the fact that he seemed to care. I tried to keep reminding myself that he was just ensuring that the job went as planned, but at least he was pretending to be worried about me. That was something, wasn’t it?

“Careful, Owen, I might start to think you actually have a heart,” I teased, and he rolled his eyes at the jab.

I gave pause for a moment, thinking as I watched the gentle curve of his lips.

“You know, I kinda figured Owen was a name you made up on the spot. Didn’t really seem that conductive to your mission to tell me your real name, you know? So I was just curious as to—” I paused, cutting myself short as he laughed.

“What’s so funny?” I demanded.

“It’s just…I totally blanked when you asked my name. The name I gave you is my real, actual name. Kinda dumb, right?” he said, sounding almost bashful.

I smiled, unable to obscure my amusement.

“Really dumb. What’s even dumber is that you could have made up something just now, and I would have been none the wiser,” I giggled.

He blushed faintly, having a laugh at himself as well.

“Well, what can I say? Nothing like a pretty face to loosen your tongue,” he said.

“Especially when you steal that pretty face’s first kiss, I guess,” I teased.

He huffed, looking as if he were considering turning the radio up to drown me out again. If he thought about it, he seemed to think better of it, returning his hand to the steering wheel.

“You liked it. Sure, the circumstances could have been better—” he began, only for me to cut him short.

“You kissed me as a diversion in the middle of kidnapping me. How could you get more romantic than that?” I asked sarcastically.

He snorted, shrugging a little.

“No, but I guess you’re right. It was the best kiss I’ve ever had. But don’t let it go to your head,” I said more gently.

“I’m the only kiss you’ve ever had, so I won’t get an ego over that. I’m just warning you that it’s all downhill from here,” he said confidently.

Seemed Owen didn’t exactly need an ego boost. I wasn’t positive I could consider the conversation without turning into a stammering and blushing mess.

“So, where were you born?” I asked, changing the subject in hopes of making my blush go away.

“I’m from a small town in West Virginia that you’ve probably never heard of. I joined the military as soon as I turned eighteen, just to get out of the place. My dad wasn’t happy, but my dad really wasn’t happy with most things I did,” he said, and though one might have expected those words to be spoken with some measure of sadness, there was only disdain in Owen’s voice.

I hummed, acknowledging him while I thought over his answer.

“So, have you not seen your parents since you were eighteen? How old are you now, like, thirty?” I asked.

His eyes widened and I realized I’d offended him as his hands tightened around the steering wheel.

“I’m sorry if it’s a touchy subject; I was just curious,” I offered, and he growled.

“You think I look thirty?! I’ll have you know I’m 27, and a young 27 at that. I go through great lengths to maintain my physique, and I just—” he paused as I burst out laughing, clutching my stomach.

He frowned for a moment, but then his annoyance seemed to fade and he began to chuckle as well.

“Okay, I guess that was a bit over the top. Your diva-ness is rubbing off on me,” he sighed.

I refrained from telling him the other parts that wanted to rub off on him. It was at that moment that I realized I was beginning to fall for this tough-as-nails yet simultaneously sweet and funny guy. I wasn’t sure if it was the most idiotic thing I’d ever done, but the whole situation was probably ranking pretty high on the idiot scale anyway.

Not only had I run away from everything I knew and loved, I would also have to throw my father to the wolves if I wanted any lenience. It seemed as if developing a crush on the man who’d kidnapped me was the only reasonable next step with all the ridiculous choices I’d been making.

Realizing that I’d gone quiet for too long, I blushed at his mildly inquisitive expression. Averting my eyes, I tried to think of a way to break the silence. It wasn’t as if I could just casually tell him that I was sorry for checking out mentally, I had just been too busy thinking about how big he probably was under those pants. The thought came unbidden, and I felt my breath catch and pulse quicken.

“What are you thinking about, drama mama?” he asked jokingly, an almost knowing look in his eye.

I squirmed uncomfortably, refusing to meet his eye. I was being ridiculous; God only knew how many women he had been with. What on earth would he see in a silly little virgin with a schoolgirl crush? Not to mention the fact that it would probably jeopardize his mission…how hopeless could a girl possibly be?

“Oh, just…thinking about how exciting this whole experience has been, I guess,” I managed, smiling sheepishly.

He nodded, taking the answer at face value from what I could tell.

“I can imagine that it’s a lot to take in,” he said gently.

“I’m ready to take in so much more,” I blurted, internally cringing and trying to think of a way to amend that very telling statement.

He simply nodded along, apparently oblivious to my dilemma. Thank God.

“So, we’re on the way to the safe house, now? Where is it, exactly? California’s a pretty big state,” I stammered, feeling somewhat safe in the knowledge that my little slip had gone unnoticed.

“It’s nothing extravagant like you’re used to. Your apartment was ritzy as hell; this is just some little run-down dump. It’s inconspicuous, but that’s about all it has going for it,” he said derisively.

In spite of how poorly he spoke about the place, the excitement I felt was undeniable. I was actually going back out into the real world, the world I’d never had the chance to know under my father’s control.

“I’m sure it’s fine,” I said casually, avoiding revealing just how thrilled I was. I didn’t want Owen to think I was a fool, and I was sure he wouldn’t have much sympathy for my spoiled lifestyle.

“Well, maybe it just needs a feminine touch to liven up the place,” he suggested, smiling.

I giggled, picturing myself and the handsome man at my side, living in domestic bliss. A white picket fence, two kids, a dog…I wasn’t used to feeling so strongly about someone, but I hadn’t exactly had many opportunities to meet people in the past. Anyone who got close to me had been scared off by my father.

It would have been ideal to dismiss my feelings as a desperate attempt to cling to the person who had swept me away. It seemed to make sense that I might develop a bit of a crush on the first person who had been brave enough to actually sweep me off my feet. He hadn’t done it purposely, and I knew if he’d been aware of my feelings, he would have only tried to put distance between us.

I should have just forced myself to believe it was a meaningless crush, but somehow, deep in my heart, I knew it was deeper than that. I was developing feelings for Owen Caldwell—my kidnapper, or my savior?

Wow, I was in more trouble than I thought.