“Oh!” She scrambled away from him, which only made him laugh. The rich, rumbling sound warmed her down to her toes, and she hated that. A kidnapper should not have that effect on her. But Mikhail did. This was definitely a bad case of Stockholm syndrome. There was no denying that.
“Why don’t you come inside and warm up? I’ll put a pot of tea on.” Mikhail climbed out of the car. Piper watched him walk over to Belishaw by the SUV and speak to him. It was a whispered conversation, and whatever Mikhail said had Belishaw nodding and opening the trunk. Mikhail came over to her side of the Rover and opened the door for her. She stared at him, still debating her chances of escape, even though running off into the dark in Cornwall was a terrible idea.
His lips twitched. “I would advise you agains
