There was the time the neighbor’s mastiff had gotten loose and tried to attack her, but she’d run fast enough to get away from him. Then there was the time she’d gotten separated from Mom at the mall at Christmas. The elves and all the holiday decorations had been garish instead of comforting, and her little-girl brain had thought she would be taken to the North Pole to work for Santa instead of going back home for Christmas. And then there was husband number six. He’d flirted with her inappropriately and made passes at her that had been pretty scary. But nothing compared to this. Now she was at the mercy of a man who was clearly unhinged, and that took her fear to a whole other level. He overpowered her so quickly, effortlessly, it seemed. Mia had fought for all she was worth. As soon as she realized there was a stranger in her apartment, she’d seen she was fucked. He’d blocked the entrance with his hulking body and an evil grin.
