Rachel jolted awake, her heart slamming against her ribs as she opened her eyes to darkness. Her head swam, and she couldn’t seem to latch onto a thought. Was it a nightmare? Instinctively, she tried to reach for Jonah, but her arms wouldn’t move and her shoulders screamed with the effort. Pain cleared away the last of the cobwebs, and she realized her wrists were bound behind her back, and a gag was stuffed into her mouth. Flexing her muscles, she attempted to straighten, but her feet hit resistance.
Something seemed to drag her toward one side, and her head swam with nausea. She was moving. What the hell? A car. She must be in the trunk of a car.
Fighting back the urge to vomit, she struggled for calm, trying to piece together what happened. She’d been at the bakery and stepped out to
