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โœจEXCERPT: GOOD HANDS by @authormaggiegates releasing June 2nd!  

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Amelia was being far too amicable for someone who had just been abducted.

I had kidnapped plenty of people and even kept a pair of earplugs on hand should such an occasion arise.

The constant screaming and โ€œplease donโ€™t kill me!โ€ was always rather taxing.

But there she wasโ€”sitting in the front seat, ankles crossed, pretty as a picture.

She was up to something. I just didnโ€™t know what.

The truck rumbled as I navigated the mess of highways that would get us out of New Jersey. Not that crossing the state line would protect us from John Valentine, but the first rule of self-defense is to make space. The more space, the better.

I glanced at Amelia out of the corner of my eye. She was just . . . sitting there. She wasnโ€™t looking out her window. She was staring straight ahead, as if she was the one driving.

Why isnโ€™t she freaking out?

Why isnโ€™t she asking questions, like where Iโ€™m taking her or whatโ€™s happening to her brother or how long weโ€™ll be gone?

Does she know more than sheโ€™s letting on?

I squeezed the steering wheel as I tried to figure out what was going on in that brilliant head of hers.

I had read all the articles, news pieces, and interviews. I knew everything there was to know about the genius in my passenger seat and her eidetic memory. Usually, knowing more about the subject than they knew about me gave me the upper hand.

But with Amelia Hawthorne, I wasnโ€™t so sure.

Her silence was unsettling, and I was never unsettled.

Did she think I hadnโ€™t done a good job? Iโ€™d seen some sloppy kidnappings over the years. Nausea aside, Amelia had gotten a premium abduction experience.

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โ€œFine. Iโ€™ll admit that he has pleasant features.โ€
They both burst out laughing at that.
โ€œOkay, more than pleasant. Have you seen him?โ€
Delaney shook her head, waiting on tenterhooks for something more descriptive than โ€œpleasantโ€.
โ€œHeโ€™sโ€ฆtaller.โ€
โ€œTaller,โ€ she repeated. โ€œThatโ€™s all youโ€™ve got for me?โ€
I stuttered over my thoughts in frustration. I didnโ€™t want to think about him or hot he was. It would only ruin my plan to stay as far away from him as possible. But she wasnโ€™t having it.
โ€œFine, heโ€™sโ€ฆmuscular. Like, really, really muscular.โ€
โ€œDeclan muscular?โ€
โ€œNot that much. But itโ€™s one of those things that you can see through his shirt.โ€
Delaney sighed dreamily. โ€œI love it when you can see their shirts stretched across their biceps.โ€
โ€œNot to brag, but I have one of those,โ€ Josie grinned.
Delaney smacked her arm. โ€œHey, some of us can only dream for now.โ€ Then she turned back to me. โ€œGo on.โ€
โ€œUmโ€ฆwell, he still has warm, chocolate eyes. And his hair is shorter than it used to be.โ€
โ€œCan you still run your fingers through it?โ€
As soon as I thought about it, shivers raced down my spine. That was not good. โ€œYes.โ€
โ€œOh my God,โ€ Josie whispered. โ€œDid you hear that hitch in her voice?โ€
โ€œI definitely did. Tell us more.โ€
โ€œThere was no hitch.โ€
โ€œThere was definitely a hitch. Which means itโ€™s really good. Now spill!โ€

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