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embarrassed about that, but Fionn felt something loosen inside his chest. Was that relief? Possessiveness? What the fuck? After so long of not giving a damn, all this shit with LeeAnn was mind numbing in its intensity.
    “I gathered that,” he said in a rush. “I’m not worried. I only told you to ease your mind.”
    She turned away from him, going to the window. With a delicate hand, she pushed back the heavy drape, gazing out into the night. Silvery moonlight bathed her face, making her look like some kind of angel. It also glistened off a tear that had slid down her cheek. Like the first one a few minutes ago, this one seemed to stab him in the chest, an accusation.
    “I see,” she finally said. “When are you going to let me go?”
    “I’ve hurt you.” There was no acknowledging her question. He had no idea how long he’d have to keep her against her will. Just then, it wasn’t important anyway. The fact that he kept hurting her was.
    “No,” she said, not looking at him. “I can only hurt myself by letting your words affect me. I just haven’t had a lot of sexual interaction. I’m a bit off my game.”
    “Come with me,” he said, holding out his hand. “I’ll get us something to eat and we’ll start over like I suggested.”
    She didn’t turn to him. “I just want to go home,” she said in a small voice.
    With a groan, Fionn moved to her, pulling her stiff body into his arms. “Fuck,” he muttered. “What the fuck are you doing to me?”

Chapter Nine
     
     
    Fionn held her so tightly, LeeAnn could hardly breathe. But she had the distinct feeling he needed this. Granted, she wasn’t exactly the most experienced with emotions and the needs of a man, but Fionn was the most emotionally starved person she’d ever met. The man needed something and was desperately hoping she could give it to him, whether he admitted it or not. But what?
    When she looked up to question him, he lowered his mouth to hers. This time, his kiss was gentle. Coaxing. There was still a simmering passion inside him. LeeAnn could sense it just below the surface, but he didn’t seem to be directing it at her. He just…kissed her. It was as if he needed to know she’d still let him. God knew she shouldn’t, but LeeAnn was afraid she was as starved for human contact as he was.
    After a few moments, Fionn ended the kiss, resting his forehead against hers. Just as his phone chirped. With another “fuck” he dug it out of his pocket and glanced at the screen, scowling.
    “I need to go out for a little while,” he said. It sounded more like a confession than a declaration. As if the last thing he wanted to do was leave. “I shouldn’t be gone long. A couple of hours at most.”
    “Am I supposed to just stay here?”
    “Unfortunately, I can’t let you go just yet. I will do everything I can to make your stay pleasant.” He smiled, leaning down to kiss her once more, as if he couldn’t help himself. “If you want to fix yourself something, the kitchen is fully stocked. Otherwise, I’ll bring back food.” He hesitated before adding, “I’m sorry you’re caught in the middle of this, LeeAnn.”
    “I’m sorry, too,” she replied, not looking at him. “I guess I’ll be here when you get back.” Fionn looked like he wanted to say more, but thought better of it and left the bedroom. Once he was gone, the place seemed huge. Kind of like her own home. So…impersonal.
    Plopping down on the bed, she groaned. This was so fucked up. She stood up almost immediately to go search for a phone. To no avail. Apparently, Fionn O’Shea didn’t have a landline. All the doors seemed to be magnetically locked or something, opening only to a keypad at each exit. Which she didn’t have the code for. Outside one door was a large, hulking man. He glanced her way, nodded once, then continued his silent vigil. Figured Fionn would have her guarded.
    With nothing else to do, LeeAnn rummaged around the fridge. She’d never learned to