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a senator’s daughter means I have a very full social calendar and very few dating prospects. Every man who comes into my life has to be thoroughly vetted by my father, my grandmother, and our security. Their pasts are combed over to ensure they have no seedy connections, nothing lurking in their closets that could become a problem for my father’s reelection. In high school, I couldn’t go to prom with Isaac Daines because he helped use grass killer to burn a giant penis in the school’s front lawn. It was visible from every single classroom in the science wing, and even though I laughed until I cried, the school officials didn’t like it much. Neither did my father.

I have a bit more freedom as an adult, especially if I keep the relationships private—ordering dinner to eat at my apartment, late night hookups, drinks in shadowy corners, and leaving in separate cars. But as soon as things are out in the open, the press picks up the story and the fledgling relationship is subjected to intense speculation from both the public and my family, which is usually enough to kill whatever spark may have been there.

My father has always done his best to protect me and love me, so I try not to blame him. But it’s hard when Ivy can serial-date every member of the club beneath the age of forty with no repercussions, while I can’t even get coffee with a cute guy from my coding class without a tabloid running a background check on him and speculating that my food baby from the burrito I had for lunch might in fact be a baby bump.

“You know, I would drop everything to join you at the club,” she says.

“I know you would, but that’s because you’d probably already be at the club anyway,” I retort.

She grumbles but doesn’t respond, which means she knows I’m right. “I’ll call you in a bit, okay? Try to control yourself. You’ll be really bored if you get yourself banned from the club for groping the golfers.”

“Very true,” she says, as though she’s actually considering it. “Alright, well, call me back soon before I do something irresponsible.”

I sigh as she hangs up. Then I put my phone on silent, making a very important mental note to change Ivy’s ringtone later, and smooth my hands down the front of my dress. It’s knee-length, like Father politely requests, but the neckline is cut low and revealing. I have to get a little wild, in whatever ways I can get away with it.

That being said, as I head into the comic book store, I’m wishing I’d brought a sweater. Not every person shopping inside will be a nerd with zero skills regarding the opposite sex—I’m a frequent shopper here, after all—but that is a large percentage of the clientele. Between the nerds and the teenage boys who ogle my bit of cleavage, I can feel like a slab of meat when I’m inside.

I take one step and suddenly, someone is standing right next to me. I jump and yelp in surprise.

“Sorry. I didn’t—”

Then, I look up. The man is tall and broad, but a dark hood is pulled low over his face so I can only see his mouth and chin. His lips are tightened into a scowl.

For a second, I wonder if it’s a member of my security team. But it can’t be. They usually opt for civilian casual—jeans, T-shirts, baseball caps. Not shadowy hoodies. Besides, this man is standing way too close and hasn’t said a word to me.

I shy away from him, spinning so I’m walking backwards towards the store, my eyes on the man’s looming frame. I regret making fun of the men who frequent the comic book store, because now I’m praying one of them will notice this creep outside and come save me. But I only manage two steps back before I hit something solid and warm. When I try to jump away this time, an arm wraps around my upper body, pinning my arms to my side.

Someone is grabbing me like they mean business.

I’m being squeezed so tightly I can barely breathe, but I strain my neck to look back. Same hood, same shadowy face, but unlike the other man who looked like he was gritting his teeth, this man’s mouth is parted, almost as if in shock. And his jawline. The stubble.

The handsome man from earlier.

A hand clamps down over my mouth, and I realize with horror that I’ve missed my opportunity to scream. Maybe if I hadn’t been so busy eyeing him before, I would have noticed something suspicious about him. And maybe if I hadn’t been staring at his square jaw and wide mouth, I would have had the presence of mind to scream.

I struggle, legs flailing, body thrashing, but I can feel the fight leaking out of me as if I’m a balloon and someone has poked a hole in my side. My vision goes black around the edges, my arms and legs get heavy, and my head sags to the side. I’m fighting unconsciousness and losing badly. If the man wasn’t holding me up, I would fall flat on the pavement.

Then I feel an arm behind my knees and my neck, and the gentle sway of his body as he carries me down the sidewalk. I don’t even have the energy to be terrified.

“Sorry about that,” he says, his voice a baritone lullaby carrying me off to sleep.

Then... darkness.

***

My eyes jerk open. I sit up, aware that something is wrong before I’m even conscious. My head swims, and I press a palm to my forehead to try to keep my brains from sloshing against my skull. I feel worse than I did after my twenty-first birthday when Ivy and I stupidly tried to take twenty-one shots to celebrate. We didn’t get anywhere near twenty-one, but I probably vomited twenty-one times. Happy twenty-first to me!

I’m clammy and cold. The air around me feels stale and

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