"s**t!" Vincent swore the moment he saw her face. He could tell right away that Dorothy had been drugged. Without hesitation, he grabbed her hand, ready to leave.
But Dorothy pulled back, hesitating. "What about him? We can't just leave him like that. We should call the cops. He can't get away with this."
"I've got it handled," Vincent said, glancing down at Jonathan with disdain. "For Mr. Wand's sake, he's not going anywhere. I'll have someone bring him in." With that, he dragged Dorothy out, calling Fetchie to send the police over to arrest Jonathan.
As soon as the door of the RV shut behind them, Vincent turned, pulling her into his arms and kissing her hard. Dorothy's whole body felt like it was on fire, every nerve tingling. His kiss felt like rain quenching a scorching desert. Bu
