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CAROLINE
“Marry you?" I repeated as I stood, the simple wooden chair skidding loudly against the floor. The man was insane. He kidnapped me from a moving stage, dragged me across the countryside to a tiny little cabin and said he was going to marry me. "Why would I want to marry you? You kidnapped me! You're not any better than the man who wants to marry his father's bride!"
I retreated slowly toward the open doorway. The sun had lowered in the west making the air cooler, but the stove was still hot, the room stuffy. I was perversely glad for no dress. For once, I wasn't stifled in the long sleeves or high neck. The full length. But I was exposed, vulnerable to this man. He not only had sheer strength and power on his side, he knew the terrain, where we were. He also had my dress. I c
