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roof and crawl across.
    How many minutes had passed since Zanov had left her? She wasn’t sure about the time, but she was sure he wasn’t going to find her in this sexy gown.
    She washed quickly in the bathroom, then found a walk-in closet filled with clothes. In a chest of drawers were panties and bras that fit. After pulling them on, she grabbed a pair of white slacks and a long-sleeved turquoise blouse, both of which were the perfect size and color for her. She could have put on sandals but she choose socks and running shoes—in case she did get a chance to make a break for it.
    Again she struggled not to sob—or laugh hysterically. How many women in the twenty-first century would find themselves in a situation remotely like this? Maybe in medieval Europe or something. But not now.
    You couldn’t kidnap an American citizen and force her to marry you. But Victor Zanov had done it. And he’d said this was his private island. Did that mean he made the laws here—and they could be anything he wanted?
    She clenched her fists, wanting to pound her hands against the walls. But she couldn’t indulge in meaningless gestures, she had to keep her cool—and think her way out of this.
    Still, it was hard to stay calm in the face of his boast. He’d talked about pleasures she might not have tried. What did he mean by that? Would he force her to do things she found disgusting?
    She thrust those questions out of her head. Better to focus on escape. She knew Nick would move heaven and earth to rescue her. But would he have any idea where to look?
     

CHAPTER FOUR
    In the Norland command center, Nick paced back and forth, struggling for calm.
    It didn’t help when Teddy announced from the TV monitor, “They filed a false flight plan.”
    Samuel Norland answered with a string of curses.
    “But I’m checking destinations within the flight range of the aircraft.”
    “And?” Norland snapped.
    “Two years ago, Zanov bought an island just east of Cuba. He paid the Cuban government twenty-five million dollars for it.”
    Nick whistled through his teeth. “That’s a lot for a private vacation spot. And a nice chunk of money for the Castro government.”
    “The property is about a mile long and half a mile wide with an airstrip and heliport. There was already a hacienda on the island, but he’s been busy making improvements to the house and the grounds.
    “I’m moving a satellite into position over it,” Stinger said. “We should be able to monitor activity there.”
    “We still can’t be sure he’s got Camille,” Nick muttered. “But I’m going to start planning an assault on the property.”
    He turned away from the grateful look Samuel Norland gave him. He didn’t want to get the man’s hopes up—or his own hopes up, for that matter—but he had to proceed on the assumption that Zanov wanted to marry Camille, not harm or kill her.
    He prayed that was true, because if he couldn’t get Camille back, he didn’t know what he was going to do.
    From the moment he’d set eyes on her pale, sweetly beautiful features, he’d been captivated—and cursed the position he was in. He was working for her father, which meant a relationship with her would be completely inappropriate. And more than that, he knew he was the wrong guy for a woman like Camille. He’d come from a downscale background, to put it mildly, and led a rough life. Still, he couldn’t stop himself from dreaming of making love with her. In fact, that’s why he’d taken the day off—because he’d been trying to cool himself down. Which meant that he hadn’t been doing his damn job.
    In his mind, he’d wanted to turn things around and make her the unsuitable one. Like he’d tried to tell himself she was a spoiled rich girl. And sometimes he’d been able to keep his assessment of her at that level. She was rich. And although she tried not to let that warp her judgment, she made assumptions that other people didn’t. Like if she left her clothes