Jason didn’t answer her, walking out of his bedroom. One of the men handed him a pair of jeans. He was still too warm to wear anything more than a pair of jeans.

“Where’s Oliver?” he asked. “Locked in her room,” Alex said.

Going down to the bottom floor, he didn’t try the lock. Pressing his foot to the door, he slammed the wood open. Oliver jerked to her feet dropping the book she’d been reading to the floor.

Her blue eyes were wide and rounded as she looked at him. She ...