Hot for Hostage

by Maggie Evans

Mr. Reed. I’m the one with the gun, so if I say you’re my hostage, then you’re my hostage. Got it?” Oh, I got it. “Of course. My apologies. I’m your hostage,” I said, no longer hiding my grin. And to think I’d thought today would be boring.

Who knew Davian Reed would be attracted to short bakers in pink overalls, pointing a gun at him?

This girl wasn’t cut out for my life. She was too good for it. If I were a better man, I’d walk away right now. Lucky for me, I wasn’t.

He was so sweet and protective. Okay, so maybe he’d shot a kid in the leg, but that was to defend me and Bear.

Sadie’s Guide to Hostage-Taking Being Taken Hostage Forming a Partnership with Your Hostage Embracing the Hostage Lifestyle, Tip #14: Don’t feel ashamed for making out with your hostage. Own it.

“Really? I thought you didn’t like⁠—” “Follow me, dog,” Vince ordered, walking off in the opposite direction without waiting for Bear—who panted happily and looked up at me. I shrugged. “Go play with the scary man, Bear.”

“And we may not be meringue, but don’t let that fool you, because you are mine. The moment you pointed that gun at my chest, you became mine. That isn’t something you can just run away from.”

“Reed just showed us his cards, but we still have one ace left to play. As long as we have his ho, he can’t touch us.” It took me a moment to realize he was referring to me, and I blinked. I’d never been called someone’s ho before. Not really a fan.