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Copyright 2012 by Tammara Webber.

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PUBLISHING HISTORY

Berkley trade paperback edition October 2012

Berkley trade paperback ISBN: 978-0-425-26674-8

eBook ISBN: 978-1-101-61801-1

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To Kim

Best friend

BFF

Confidante

Sister-I-never-had

None of these titles is adequate to describe what you mean to me

Thank you for all you are

Love you, always

Contents

chapter

One

I had never noticed Lucas before that night. It was as though he didnt exist, and then suddenly, he was everywhere.

Id just bailed on the Halloween party still in full swing behind me. Weaving between the cars crammed into the parking lot behind my exs frat house, I tapped out a text to my roommate. The night was beautiful and warma typical Southern-style Indian summer. From the wide-open windows of the house, music blared across the pavement, punctuated with occasional bursts of laughter, drunken challenges, and calls for more shots.

As tonights designated driver, it was my responsibility to get Erin back to our dorm across campus in one unmangled piece, whether or not I could stand another minute of the party. My message told her to call or text when she was ready to go. The way she and her boyfriend, Chaz, had been tequila-soaked dirty dancing before they linked hands and tripped up the stairs to his room, she might not be calling me until tomorrow. I chuckled over the thought of the short walk of shame shed endure from the front porch to my truck, if so.

I hit Send as I dug in my bag for my keys. The moon was too cloud-obscured and the fully lit windows of the house were too far away to provide any light at the far end of the lot. I had to go by feel. Swearing when a mechanical pencil jabbed a fingertip, I stomped one stiletto-clad foot, almost certain Id drawn blood. Once the keys were in my hand I sucked on the finger; the slight metallic taste told me Id punctured the skin.

Figures, I muttered, unlocking the truck door.

In the initial seconds that followed, I was too disoriented to comprehend what was happening. One moment I was pulling the truck door open, and the next I was lying flat on my face across the seat, breathless and immobile. I struggled to rise but couldnt, because the weight on top of me was too heavy.

The little devil costume suits you, Jackie. The voice was slurred but familiar.

My first thought was Dont call me that, but that objection was quickly dismissed in favor of terror as I felt a hand pushing my already short skirt higher. My right arm was useless, trapped between my body and the seat. I clawed my left hand into the seat next to my face, trying again to push myself upright, and the hand on the bare skin of my thigh whipped up and grabbed my wrist. I cried out when he wrenched my arm behind my back, clamping it firmly in his other hand. His forearm pressed into my upper back. I couldnt move.

Buck, get off me. Let go. My voice quavered, but I tried to deliver the command with as much authority as possible. I could smell the beer on his breath and something stronger in his sweat, and a wave of nausea rose and fell in my stomach.

His free hand was back on my left thigh, his weight settled onto my right side, covering me. My feet dangled outside the truck, the door still open. I tried to pull my knee up to get it under me, and he laughed at my pathetic efforts. When he shoved his hand between my open legs, I cried out, snapping my leg back down too late. I heaved and squirmed, first thinking to dislodge him and then, realizing I was no match for his size, I started to beg.

Buck, stop. Pleaseyoure just drunk and youll regret this tomorrow. Oh my God

He wedged his knee between my legs and air hit my bare hip. I heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper and he laughed in my ear when I went from rationally imploring to crying. No-no-no-no... Under his weight, I couldnt get enough breath together to scream, and my mouth was mashed against the seat, muffling any protest I made. Struggling uselessly, I couldnt believe that this guy Id known for over a year, whod not once treated me with disrespect the entire time Id dated Kennedy, was attacking me in my own truck at the back of the frat house parking lot.

He ripped my panties down to my knees, and between his efforts to push them down and my renewed effort to escape, I heard the fragile fabric tear. Jesus, Jackie, I always knew you had a great ass, but Christ, girl. His hand thrust between my legs again and the weight lifted for a split secondjust long enough for me to suck in a lungful of air and scream. Releasing my wrist, he slapped his hand over the back of my head and turned my face into the leather seat until I was silent, almost unable to breathe.

Even freed, my left arm was useless. I leveraged my hand against the floor of the cab and pushed, but my wrenched and aching muscles wouldnt obey. I sobbed into the cushion, tears and saliva mixing under my cheek. Please dont, please dont, oh God stop-stop-stop... I hated the weedy sound of my powerless voice.

His weight lifted from me for a split secondhed changed his mind or he was repositioning, I didnt wait to find out which. Twisting and pulling my legs up, I felt the spiky heels of my shoes tear into the pliant leather as I propelled myself to the far side of the bench seat and scrambled for the handle. Blood rushed in my ears as my body rallied for all-out fight or flight. And then I stopped, because Buck was no longer in the truck at all.