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and looked like it had cost the earth.
    What was it doing here? And more to the point—what was she doing here?
    Frantic scenarios raced through her foggy mind. Had that assault at the shopping mall given her amnesia? What if she was supposed to get married and . . . She couldn’t finish the thought because it had no logical conclusion. She remembered the last guy she’d dated. The son of one of her father’s golf buddies. A totally suitable match as far as the dads were concerned. But there hadn’t been any spark between her and Rick, and they’d mutually agreed that it wasn’t going to work out.
    As she pushed herself up to get a better view of the room, the covers fell away and she was caught in another moment of confusion. Earlier she’d dressed in a powder blue tee shirt and navy shorts. They had disappeared, and now she was wearing a lacy nightgown.
    She looked down at her front, seeing her nipples through the almost transparent bodice. In the next second, she heard the doorknob turn and yanked the covers up to her neck.
    A tall man stepped into the room, and she blinked, trying to process who he was. Then his face registered, and she made a choking sound.
     

CHAPTER THREE
    It was Victor Zanov, the arrogant Russian guy Dad had asked to the estate once before he’d invited himself back a couple of times. He was dressed in white slacks and a beige and yellow striped sports shirt much like the clothes he’d been wearing the last time she’d seen him. When he’d come to their house, Dad had asked her to be nice to him. Which was difficult because his touch made her skin crawl, and she knew from the way his icy blue eyes warmed in her presence that he had the hots for her. He’d asked Dad for her hand in marriage, and when they’d discussed it, she’d said, “no way.”
    My God, had Victor Zanov decided he wasn’t going to take “no” for an answer? The audacity of that idea took her breath away. Under the covers, she clenched her fists, struggling for calm, unwilling to be the first to speak.
    When she said nothing, he filled the silence. “I’m sorry for the devious method of bringing you here, my sweet.” He spoke in excellent English, but with the pronounced Russian accent that she remembered.
    The endearment made her cringe. “You don’t think kidnapping me is immoral and illegal?” she managed to ask.
    He raised one shoulder in a negligent shrug. “I spoke to your father about marrying you, and he was opposed to the idea. But I’m sure he’ll come around—after you give him some cute little grandchildren.”
    The enormity of the statement made her gasp.
    Ignoring her reaction, he went on. “I’ve arranged the ceremony for tomorrow.”
    While she struggled to process that news, he continued to fill her in on his plans. “It will be an elegant but small affair. A few of my closest friends and associates will be coming in by boat. But I think you’ll find the reception festive.”
    She tried to hold her voice steady when she answered, “I can’t marry you.”
    “Of course you can, and you will.”
    “I have to go home. My father will be frantic. Did you tell him where I am?”
    “I will—after I insure that you’re mine.”
    The way he said it made her go cold all over. Then another terrible thought struck her, and she caught her breath. “What happened to Eden?”
    “She’s perfectly safe. My men left her with that bodyguard, Mr. Cunningham. And as for going home, this is your new home. You’re here on my private island in the Caribbean. It’s even better guarded than your father’s estate.”
    Before she could respond, he added, “Of course, if you’re totally opposed to marrying me, I can drop you off where I picked you up and fetch Eden instead.”
    Camille drew in a sharp breath. “Eden?”
    “Yes. She’s my second choice, of course. But she’s almost as lovely as you are, and I think she’d be quick to comply.”
    Camille took in his words. Her younger sister had