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Название: Straight From The Hip
Автор: Сьюзен Мэллери
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современные любовные романы
isbn: 9781408953914
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Each step jarred her entire body. If she’d had that lunch her sisters were so hysterical about she would be throwing it up, right about now.
“I’m not kidding,” she yelled. “Stop this right now. All of you. Nick, I don’t care what my sisters said, I didn’t agree to this. Put me down or I swear I’ll throw your ass in jail for so long, you’ll actually learn to enjoy being Bubba’s love slave.”
“You signed a release,” rock-guy said calmly, still moving through the house.
“What?”
“You signed a release. I’ve got it here in my pocket.”
Izzy wanted to scream in frustration as she remembered Skye asking her to sign a few checks so her sister could pay Izzy’s bills. “She tricked me. I’m blind! I didn’t know what I was signing.”
They went outside. She saw the blurry outline of trees and the welcome light and heat of the sun.
“You shouldn’t sign what you can’t read,” Nick told her.
She could hear the humor in his voice and that really pissed her off. Seconds later, he opened a car door and dumped her onto a smooth leather seat. Before he could close the door, she pushed past him and bolted for freedom. She made it all of three steps before he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her against him.
It was like pressing against the side of a mountain. She kicked and tried to pull her arm free. Irritation turned to fury and betrayal. She turned toward the house—at least she could see something that big—and assumed her sisters were on the porch.
“How could you do this to me?” she demanded. “You’re my family.”
“Izzy, we love you.” There were tears in Skye’s voice.
Good, Izzy thought furiously. She hoped Skye felt guilty for the rest of her life.
“We didn’t know what else to do,” Lexi called, sounding less than sure.
“I would never do this to you,” Izzy screamed. “Don’t think I’ll ever forgive you. Ever!”
The last word was cut short as she was tossed back into the rear of a car or SUV. She couldn’t tell which. The door slammed shut before she could run again. She lunged for the door handle, only there wasn’t one. Nor could she open the windows.
Seconds later she discovered a thick, mesh screening behind the seat and between her and the front of the vehicle. She was trapped.
She heard the door open and vaguely saw Nick slide behind the wheel. Then they were driving away. Her sisters had hired a stranger to take her from her home and do God-knows-what to her. They’d abandoned her. No. This was worse—this was actual action on their part. The two people she’d counted on her entire life had discovered she was too much trouble and had tossed her out like the trash.
FOR THE NEXT THREE HOURS, Nick Hollister drove ten miles above the speed limit. He wanted to go faster, but knew he couldn’t outrun the inevitable. His pretty, dark-haired passenger was staring out the window with a determination that told him she was about ten seconds from losing it.
“You can cry if you want to,” he said. “It won’t bother me.” He’d seen a lot worse than tears.
Izzy didn’t turn toward him. “I won’t give you the satisfaction.”
“You think I win if you cry?”
“Don’t bullies always enjoy knowing they’ve hurt someone? You didn’t win. You can’t break me.”
She raised her chin as she spoke, instinctively defying him. Good, he thought grimly. She was going to need every ounce of strength she had if she wanted to find her way back. Which was his job—to make sure she did.
“Break you?” he asked, ignoring that she’d called him a bully. He’d stormed into her life and taken her away from everything she knew. Hardly comfortable circumstances. He understood the fear of the unknown, although her unknown was a whole lot more controlled than his had been. “Dramatic much?”
“Hey, you’re the one who tossed me into the back of a car.”
“SUV.”
“Whatever. This is kidnapping. I get to be however I want.”
“Your sisters know where you are and what will happen when you get there.”
“And I should find that comforting why?” She swallowed. “Don’t even talk to me.”
He heard the fear in her voice. He could see it in the way she kept herself stiff. Behind fear was terror and while he wanted her attention, he didn’t need it that bad.
“My name is Nick Hollister,” he said, using the same tone that calmed unbroken horses. “I run a school that teaches corporate survival training. That pays the bills. I also take in kids who have suffered a traumatic loss or been victims of a violent crime. I teach them how to survive in my world. That helps them cope with their own.”
Izzy stared out the window, obviously ignoring him. He wondered how much she could actually see.
“Your sisters asked me to take you on for a few weeks, to help you adjust to being blind.”
“I’m not blind,” she snapped. “I have thirty percent of my sight.”
“You’re acting like you’re blind,” he told her. “You’ve been hiding in your room for a month.”
“It’s not like I can do anything else.”
“Your life is over? Because of one little challenge? That’s impressive.”
“Shut up,” she yelled. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. You can see fine.”
“Wouldn’t it be interesting if I couldn’t?” He swerved slightly as he spoke. The SUV swayed. Izzy didn’t bother looking up.
“Very funny.”
“I thought it was,” he said. “Look. They care about you. Your sisters,” he added, in case she wasn’t following.
This time she did glance at him, only to roll her eyes. The hazel irises were unmarred by her injury. “I’m more than capable of carrying on a conversation. I’m probably smarter than you.”
“I doubt that.”
“Oh, please.”
“How smart is sitting on your ass, feeling sorry for yourself?”
She straightened and glared at him. “I was in an explosion,” she said, speaking slowly, as if to make sure he would understand. “I could have been killed.”
“But you weren’t.”
“I was seriously injured and I lost most of my eyesight.”
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