Roping Ryan (The West Series Book 6) Read Free Page A

easily overpower him, but looking into his eyes, she realized there had never been a chance of her taking him into custody. She desperately needed to change her tactics.
    He reached up and grabbed her cellphone, which he’d dropped by the door. But instead of handing it to her, he answered it and got off her quickly.
    She sat up on the cold floor, not really listening to him talking to her security company. It was no use; whatever he was saying, they wouldn’t buy it. She was the only one who could call off the police. They were bound to be there in just a few minutes. Then she could explain everything and call the job a wash. At least she could give Reece information as to which prison his brother now sat in.
    He stood by the front door and hung up the phone with a smile.
    “Listen, why don’t we just call this a botched job. I’ll tell your brother that I couldn’t locate you and you can go on your way.” She tried to slow her breathing down.
    He smiled. “Who says I didn’t want my brother to find me?”
    She looked at him. “I assume you didn’t wish to...”
    He chuckled. “You think this is all some sort of ruse to evade my family?”
    She shrugged her shoulders. “Besides, the cops will be here soon.”
    He chuckled and then shocked her by holding out a hand to help her stand up. She noticed how his eyes ran over her body before she had a chance to stand up and push her dress back into place. The skirt was ripped a little from the fall onto the cement outside of the club. She’d chosen the dress because it looked like the kind that every woman in the club wore. She had needed to fit in and look like she belonged there, but to be honest, it was too tight, too short, and too low for her liking.
    She pulled it up and down in the right places, making sure everything was covered. “I’ll just go change.” She started to walk into the back room, but he followed.
    She turned and glared at him. “I can do this by myself.” She counted the seconds until the police would burst in.
    He smiled. “I’m sure you can.” His eyes ran up and down her. “But after that little trick, I think I like it better when I can keep an eye on you.” He sat on the side of her bed. “Where’s your cat?” He looked around.
    She shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t have one.”
    She heard him laugh then he looked at her. “They aren’t coming, you know.”
    Her eyes moved to his. “Who?”
    “The police.” He chuckled. “I can read it in your face.” He nodded to her.
    “How do you know?” She crossed her arms over her chest. He was lying. He had to be. She told herself.
    “I have my ways.” He smiled and then he pulled her cell phone from his pocket and started dialing like he had all the time in the world.
    She felt like throwing something at him. She wished she’d listened more closely to his conversation with the security company. Turning, she walked into her closet and pulled out a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. When she moved to close her closet door, his eyebrows rose as he talked on the phone, then he shook his head no. Smiling big at him, she closed the door with a quick motion and flipped the lock.
    She heard him chuckle as he talked, and she held her breath to see if he would knock down the door. When he just continued to talk, she quickly changed, pulling on a pair of sneakers and grabbing her bug-out bag, which was full of clothes, money, and other items including another gun. Her father had taught her how to handle a long list of weapons at the tender age of eleven when she’d attended one of his training classes.
    She pulled a spare cellphone from the outside pocket and texted her father, letting him know the situation. When she didn’t get an immediate response, she tucked the phone into her jacket pocket and tried to think of her next move.
    “Okay, princess, time’s up. Open up,” Ryan said from the other side of the door.
    She grabbed the door handle and pushed it open. “Stop calling me