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silly all right. She considered calling the police but figured the guy probably hadn’t done anything illegal so they wouldn’t help her. She picked up the phone to call the front desk.
    “Miss Clumm, this is an urgent matter,” the pest shouted through the door. “I’m under orders not to leave without you.”
    “Peachy.” She slammed the phone on its cradle and went back to the door. Making sure the chain was still in place, she cracked open the door again. “What’s this all about? Why the hell would I go with you anywhere?” She didn’t bother to keep the exasperation out of her voice. Let him know he’d pissed her off. She was on vacation. How dare he come here and ruin it for her.
    “You were seen with one of our employees last night, Tarik Evert.”
    Seen? Seen how? How could anyone have seen her? She’d been in a cottage in the middle of the wilderness. People were spying on Tarik? Why?
    Or had Tarik sent this guy to her for some reason?
    The guy continued, “We believe you may have been exposed to a potentially dangerous material. We would like you to come to the hospital for a brief examination. To make sure you’re okay.”
    Dangerous material? Huh? What kind of dangerous material? The only thing she’d been exposed to was Tarik himself. And a few bodily fluids.
    Something was fishy about this story. Unless that turning-into-a-bear stuff was catchy.
    But really. How likely was that?
    She opened her mouth to thank Joe Whoever for his concern when the door crashed inward, knocking her on her butt on the floor. Joe charged inside, grabbed her—despite a really pathetic attempt on her part to stop him—and hauled her down the hallway and out through an emergency exit. With as much care as he’d show a rotten hunk of moldy meat, he tossed her into the back of a rusty white van, and paying no heed to her threats to have him and his company sued for kidnapping and battery, he slammed the door shut before she could stop him.
    Well, didn’t this just suck!
    Alaska sucked.
    Overgrown thugs who thought they had a right to snatch innocent women from hotel rooms sucked.
    She pulled her cell phone out of her pocket. No signal. Ugh! That sucked too!
    This was the absolute worst vacation she’d ever had.
    The minute that door opened, there was going to be hell to pay. Someone was going to feel the pain…and it wasn’t going to be her!
     

Chapter Four
     
    The big creep Joe was in for it. The minute he dared open that door, Abby vowed to let him have it. An elbow in the teeth, a knee in the groin. She’d let him know under no uncertain terms how little she appreciated being manhandled.
    Just to give him a little taste of what was to come, and to possibly gain the attention of a passerby, she rolled onto her back and started kicking the door with all her might. She didn’t expect it to come open. It was locked from the outside and she wasn’t strong enough to kick through sheet metal. But it did make a satisfying noise. If there was anyone nearby outside, they’d hear it.
    When the van didn’t start up, she took that as her cue and really started kicking hard. Bang, bang, bang, bang! It was a beautiful thing.
    Until the door flew open and she was flat on her back, hardly in a position to fight off a pissed-off kidnapper.
    Then, quite suddenly, the wisdom of creating a ruckus was lost to her.
    He literally pounced on her like a friggin’ cat doped up on catnip and pinned her down. Hands overhead. Legs to the steel floor. Upper body squashed to the point it was hard to breathe. She realized it was futile but the need for air inspired her to do as much squirming and fighting as she could.
    Didn’t help at all. If anything, it made him hold her tighter.
    “You are absolutely the craziest woman I have ever had the displeasure of meeting!” he spat.
    “Fuck you too.”
    Still holding her arms, he sat back, lifting his chest off hers. Evidently finding her not only crazy but hilarious, he dropped his

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