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head back and started laughing hysterically.
“Go ahead. Laugh. You won’t be for long,” she yelled.
His expression sobered, sort of. His lips were quivering. “Oh yes, you and what army are going to whoop my ass?”
“I don’t need an army to take you on, you egotistical piece of shit.”
Yeah, she realized those were big words coming from a woman who barely stood over five feet tall. But he’d pissed her off. And she had a tendency to run her mouth off when she was pissed.
Unfortunately, that particular habit rarely led to a good result. She could see this situation would probably be no different. He moved carefully, to keep her pinned down while reaching for a bit of rope lying next to the wheel well. Just great. He was going to tie her up.
“I shouldn’t have to do this, you know. You should be willing to come quietly. It’s for your own good, you deranged woman.” He stretched to reach the rope, but lo, it was beyond his reach.
Ha! He’d have to move to get it.
She gave him a sneer. “Looks like you have a problem.” She flinched when he lifted his arm to belt her.
God, he was a bigger psycho than she’d thought!
“Don’t!” she screamed, turning her head. She closed her eyes and tensed up, expecting to feel the pain any second…
Okay.
Any second now…
Any second…
Oh, thank God, he didn’t hit her.
She hazarded a glance his way. He was staring down at her with the reddest face she’d ever seen on a man. Looked like he was either suffering a serious case of constipation or had just swallowed some battery acid.
“You okay?” She jerked her hands, freeing them. Much to her surprise, he didn’t put up much of a fight. The second he flopped over beside her, she saw why.
There was a red stain on his back. Blood was seeping from a torn gash in his jacket.
What the hell? She looked outside the back of the van.
A bear was lumbering around the side of the vehicle.
A grizzly bear?
Tarik?
Has to be. Right?
“Tarik?”
The bear bobbed its head.
It was Tarik! Halleluiah!
“Tarik!” She shouldn’t be so happy to see him again, especially in his bear form. No, it wasn’t a good thing to be so giddy. She’d best be going around that way, away from him. Yes, far, far away.
But she had to thank him.
The bear turned and started running away from her.
“Oh hell!” She dashed after him but he moved a whole lot faster than she did. He paused near a crop of pines at the edge of the parking lot, about twenty yards away. He turned toward her and began pacing back and forth, sniffing the air and snorting.
“Tarik?” she shouted.
God, if that wasn’t Tarik, she was in some deep shit.
The bear stopped pacing. It sat on its rump and tipped its head. Couldn’t say she’d ever seen a bear at the zoo do that.
No, that was Tarik all right. He’d saved her. How had he known she was in danger? How had he known where to find her? Was that other guy, Joe, really going to take her to a doctor or had something far worse been planned for her?
What the fuck was going on?
So many questions. The only one who had answers was unable to speak at the moment. Even though he was resting, he looked uneasy, confused. She wasn’t sure if she should approach him like before or not.
Fairly certain he wouldn’t hurt her like he had Joe, she decided to give it a try. But he didn’t let her get near. Whenever she took a step forward, he took two back.
“Tarik, I don’t understand.” This time when she walked toward him he didn’t back away. “What’s bothering you? What’s happening?” She stopped a few feet from him. He was so huge. A beautiful creature. The only place she’d been so close to a bear had been at the zoo. And at least four inches of plexi-glass had stood between her and the animal’s claws and teeth. Regardless, she wasn’t afraid. Not at all.
“Won’t you change back? Tell me what to do next? I’m so confused. What did that man want with me?”
He raised up on his
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