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Jenna didn’t go anywhere without her phone, and she usually answered my texts within a few minutes.

My gut instinct was telling me that something didn’t feel right, but I kept telling myself that I was being paranoid.

Nevertheless, I brought up the security app for Jenna’s home.

She’d balked a little when I’d wanted to put in home security for her, but she’d finally agreed because she knew I’d feel better about her being alone with alarms and cameras in place.

I cursed when I realized that the security system had been disarmed.

Jenna had probably gone outside this morning and didn’t reset her alarm.

She’d texted me when she’d first gotten up.

I backed up her security video to that time and waited to see what had recorded since then.

As I suspected, she’d gone outside to her porch to get a delivery that must have been delivered late the evening before.

Fuck! I missed her, and seeing her on video eased a little of the pain of her absence.

Mine!

My primal instincts sprang to life just from looking at her on video.

I didn’t usually invade her privacy, but I wondered vaguely if I was going to become a creeper who watched her security videos on a regular basis.

I stared at my phone as she looked at the package and smiled.

“Yeah, sweetheart, the package is from me,” I said aloud.

Jenna had left me several meals in my freezer and a container of cookies before she’d left Michigan.

I’d decided I needed to overnight her some cobbler from the Beachfront Café.

I watched the sway of her shapely ass in her sleep shorts as she went back inside.

Christ! I was becoming a damn stalker.

I forced myself to ignore my rock-hard cock and stayed focused on the video.

The motion detector didn’t activate again until about an hour ago.

My heart started to thunder against my chest wall as the front door opened and Jenna exited, dressed in jeans and a sweater this time, with a male escort.

A guy who had an arm around her and a gun in her side.

He was Hispanic and middle-aged.

And my woman wasn’t going with him willingly.

Her eyes were wild with fear, but she looked like she was trying to keep her composure as she asked, “Why are you doing this, Rico?”

Rico?

Jenna had been thinking when she’d uttered his name near the camera and microphone.

The action had been intentional so I could immediately identify this asshole as the man who had kidnapped her in Mexico.

“The boss was not happy that he didn’t get his scarred redhead,” Rico rasped in a heavily accented voice.