Jessie surveyed the folding chairs they'd set up in rows. "It's perfect."

"Oh, Jess. The lights look fabulous." Tink pulled out her phone. "It's getting late. We'd better get back to Skylar's before the guys get back. I'm dying to see the dress she picked."

Jess folded the ladder and stashed it back around the side of the building where she'd found it, and they both jumped in Tink's car and headed out to Lay Lake.

Ghost and Shades rolled up just as Skylar was modeling the long gown she'd chosen. When the girls heard the roar of the bikes, they jumped to get her out of the dress.

"Hurry," Sherry shrieked, grabbing up the garment bag and herding Skylar into the bathroom.

"Stall them," Skylar yelled to Tink and Jessie as she hiked up her skirts and dashed out of sight.

Jessie looked at Tink with wide eyes. "What do we do?"

Tink shook her hands in the air, trying to think, then her eyes landed on a glass on the kitchen bar top. Jessie followed the line of her eyes. The next thing she new, Tink was grabbing up the glass and smashing it against the floor in front of the back door.

"What are you doing?" Jessie shrieked.

"You'll see. Quick, grab the broom and dustpan," she hissed in a whisper to Jessie, pointing to the tiny utility closet.

The door started to open and Tink grabbed it, stopping it from swinging open.

Shades stuck his head around the door, with a frown.

"We're sweeping up a broken glass, could you wait outside for just a minute?" Tink asked him with a sweet smile.

"Sure thing, Tink." Shades backed out, and she slammed the door, leaning against it with a relieved look at Jessie. Both girls struggled to muffle their laughter and high-fived each other.

It was the slowest clean up job on record.

Skylar came out of the bathroom, hopping on one foot as she struggled to slip her shoes back on, while Sherry dashed up the stairs with the garment bag to hide it under the bed.

Then they all looked at each other and burst out laughing, which got frowns from both Shades and Ghost as they walked in.

"What's so funny?" Shades asked.

"Nothing," Skylar replied.

His eyes narrowed. "You're up to something."

She rolled her eyes. "You really want to hear about Tink's time of the month?"

That shut him up. "Uh, no, not really."

The guys walked over to the living room and switched on the game, while Tink gave Skylar the look of death for throwing her under the bus like that as a diversion.

"My time of the month," she hissed under her breath as the girl's moved into the kitchen. Skylar tried to hide her grin as she grabbed a package of ground beef from the refrigerator, ignoring her.

"Who wants burgers on the grill?"

Two hours later, after they'd grilled out and ate, Ghost stood from the chair he'd been leaning back in out on the deck.

Jessie sipped her drink, studying him. He was still pissed at her. He was being civil, but the anger simmered just under the surface. And she knew it would take time for him to let that go. He had every right to be mad at her. She'd lied to him, misled him, not just about what happened in Sturgis, but about Kyle, too. And perhaps worst of all was what those lies represented in his eyes. That she didn't trust him. And that was the biggest wound of all to him.

She had a lot of work to do to rebuild his trust.

"You ready to go?"

She nodded, standing. And then her eyes went to Skylar and Shades. "Thank you for dinner."

"Our pleasure," Shades replied, and she knew he sensed the tension between her and Ghost. And he knew she was the cause of it. The look in his eyes told her so. He didn't like his brother being hurt or made a fool. But he'd stay out of it, letting Ghost handle his own business however he saw fit.

"Let's go," Ghost said to her.

Shades stood and embraced his brother, slapping him on the back.

"Thanks, man," Ghost told him.

"You're welcome. Anytime, bro."

They turned to leave, but Shades stopped them.

"Wait up."

When Ghost turned back to look at him, he pulled an envelope from his back pocket and passed it to Ghost. "Can you drop that by the clubhouse on your way home? Butcher's waiting for it. Save me the trip."

Ghost took it. "Yeah, sure."

They moved down the stairs, around the house and climbed on Ghost's bike.

Twenty minutes later, as the light was fading from the sky, they pulled down the alley to the back gates of the clubhouse.

Yammer sat on the ground, leaning back against the wooden fence by the gate.

"Hey, Yammer. Open the gate," Ghost called, his bike idling.

Yammer didn't move, his head hanging as if he'd fallen asleep.

"Yammer!" Ghost barked.

When he still didn't respond, Ghost shut his bike off, and he and Jessie both climbed off as he moved toward the prospect.

Jessie watched as Ghost kicked him.

"Wake up, motherfucker."

Yammer slumped over onto his side, and Ghost stepped back.

"What the fuck?"

A gloved hand clamped over Jessie's mouth, and a strong arm grabbed her around the waist, pulling her against a solid chest, her purse falling to the ground. She watched as another shadowy figure immerged from some bushes and charged Ghost. He was caught off guard as the man brought what looked like a pipe down on his head with a crack.

Jessie tried to scream as she watched Ghost crumple to the ground. A moment later, a dark sedan was barreling down the alley, its lights off. It stopped, and the man that had ahold of her was suddenly shoving her face forward down over the trunk, yanking her arms behind her back and cuffing her wrists. He yanked her back up, and she was able to see the other man rolling Ghost to his back and cuffing him as well. Then he dug in Ghost's pocket, pulled out his cell phone and chunked it across the fence into the clubhouse yard.

The man behind her held her tightly; his hand over her mouth while the driver popped the trunk open, jumped out and helped the other man carry Ghost to the trunk. They hefted him inside, the car dipping with his weight.

Then she was being shoved toward the trunk, lifted and tossed on top of Ghost. She landed with a thud against his chest. With their hands cuffed behind their backs, she could do nothing to break her fall against him. She heard him grunt as she rolled partially off him. And then the lid slammed down, and they were trapped in utter darkness.

"Ghost," she whispered frantically, and he moaned. "Ghost, please, please, wake up."

She was afraid for him. She wasn't sure how hard he'd been hit, but it had been enough to knock him out, and that couldn't be good. And she admitted to herself that as selfish a thought as it was, the thought of going through this alone terrified her, and that's what she'd be if she couldn't get him to wake up.

The car rocked when the men climbed inside. She felt the car begin to move, slowly at first, and then making a turn and picking up speed.

"Ghost. Ghost. Baby, please wake up. I need you. You have to be okay."

He moaned again, and then he murmured her name.

"Jessie-"

"Yes, oh, thank God. Are you hurt?"

"My head feels like someone took a baseball bat to it." And then he began to squirm, as if just realizing something wasn't right. "Where are we? What happened?"

"Some guys jumped us at the back gate. They hit you over the head. We're in the trunk of a car."

"Fuck. You okay, sweetheart?"

"Yes, I'm okay."

"Did you see them?"

"No, they had ski masks on. Do you think it was the Death Heads?"

"Probably."

"Oh, God."

The trunk was completely dark, but she could already hear Ghost's breathing increase. His claustrophobia was taking hold. Already his breathing was rapid, sawing in and out of his chest, a chest that was becoming slick with sweat.

"Jesus," she heard him whisper between his labored breathing. "It's like a coffin in here."

She felt his body tremble.

"Ghost, it's going to be okay. We're going to get out of this, right?"

He tried to laugh, but his teeth were clattering together as if he were shivering with cold. "Of course we are, sweetheart."

"You've got to slow your breathing."

"E-easy for you to s-say." He clamped his teeth together, and she heard him growl in frustration. "Goddamn it. I fucking hate this s-shit."

"You have to go somewhere else in your mind, Ghost. Close your eyes and think of something else."

He stuttered out another attempt at a laugh. "Your ocean?"

She grabbed at his example, the one she'd told him about. "Yes. Yes. Imagine the water. You're floating. It's warm and lapping at your body."

"I'd rather imagine your tongue lapping at my body," he gritted out between clenched teeth.

She was tempted to ignore his comment, but in the end she decided to go with it. Perhaps his imaginations would work better that way. "Yes, Ghost, my tongue on your body. Close your eyes and feel it."

After a minute she felt his breathing slow. She didn't know what he was imagining in his head but it was working. She felt her shoulders slump in relief.

Her attention moved to the handcuffs that bound her. She worked her wrists, twisting and folding her thumb under. Jessie had always had small hands with delicate wrists; she used that to her advantage now. Twisting and pulling, she felt her wrist slide an inch and hope soared inside her. She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate. After a minute, she was able to slide the cuff down another half inch.

"Ghost?" his body still trembled, but he was managing to keep his breathing under control.

He grunted.

"I think I can get the cuffs off one of my wrists."

"Yeah?"

She struggled a moment longer and finally pulled her wrist free, groaning at the pain in her shoulders as she brought her arms around. But it only impeded her a moment, and then her hands were all over Ghost, his chest, his face. "Baby, we're going to get out of here," she assured him.

They felt the vehicle slow for a turn, and they shifted against each other. The car rocked slowly over a bumpy road.

"There's a safety latch, Jess. Find it. Quick."

"Where?" she asked, frantically feeling around.

"It should be in the center, near the latch. It should be flat and T shaped."

She felt around, and then her hand closed around something just as he described. "I found it."

"Good, baby. When you pull it, try to keep the trunk from flying wide open. Get a peek at where we are if you can."

"Okay." She pulled and felt the trunk pop. They hit a bump, and she felt the trunk try to bounce open, but she kept a tight hold and it banged down against her arm. She lay over Ghost's chest and looked out the opening. "An alley. We're in an alley."

They were going at a relatively slow speed, bouncing along the potholes.

Ghost threw a leg over the edge. "Ready?" he asked.

"Yes."

He struggled up and threw his body over the side, slamming hard to the pavement. Jessie scrambled out after him, dashing to him, and helping him to his feet. They darted into a narrow gangway between two brick buildings.

Jessie glanced back around the corner. She could see the red taillights of the car as it continued moving down the alley, the men totally unaware that their prisoners had escaped. She turned back to Ghost to see him leaning back against the wall, groaning in pain.