* * * it was roughly seven oclock in the evening . she stared at the numbers on the notebook page . he does n't even have to get along with me . he provided a place for her to sleep and she provided ... '' her voice dropped . they had strapped her in tight to the seat , and zip-tied her hands for good measure . but i got a bad feeling about it . what do you want help with ? my breath caught , afraid he 'd kiss me again , afraid that he would n't . 