![]() ![]() Again the man’s massive hands closed over her arms. She’d barely gained the first step up when the train began moving. She dropped what she held and hurried down the steps to retrieve her parcel from the platform. ![]() Alicia inhaled, drawing in oxygen to ease the terror of the past. The man stepped back as if she’d burned him. She couldn’t afford to lose it, certainly not because of this big man who’d blocked her way. One box bounced down the stairs and landed on the platform. The sound of her precious packages tumbling to the floor snapped her back to reality. She knew the stranger was trying to help, but years of nightmare memories of being attacked couldn’t stem the panic clogging her throat. But his strong grip wouldn’t release her. Please, Alicia gasped, fighting the remembered images while struggling to hold on to the three packages she cradled. His grasp sparked memories of the darkest moments in her life. His fingers closed around her arm, almost dragging her upward into the dim train. The man’s voice reminded her of a polar bear’s growl. Her breath whooshed out and she reeled back, fighting to recover her balance. In her rush up the train stairs, Alicia Featherstone smacked headfirst into a massive male chest. ![]()
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