Free Wanted by Her Lost Love by Maya Banks

planning to marry soon and they’d often talked of their desire to start a family.
    She couldn’t wait to tell him. She searched her memory for what he had going on at the office today. He didn’t have any important meetings and he was supposed to be in his office for the entirety of the afternoon. That meant she could pop in and surprise him.
    She hugged herself in excitement, nearly dancing across the floor of their bedroom as she imagined his reaction.
    A noise from the living room halted her. Then she smiled. Oh, this would be perfect. Ryan was home. He sometimes surprised her by dropping in for lunch. Today his timing was impeccable.
    She started to call out to him when Jarrod, appeared in the doorway to the bedroom.
    She was momentarily speechless. While Jarrod popped in frequently, he always did so when Ryan was at home. He had to know Ryan was working today.
    â€œJarrod, what are you doing here? Ryan’s at work. I don’t expect him home until later.”
    â€œI came to talk to you,” Jarrod said.
    She cocked her head to the side. “Okay. What’s up? Let’s go into the living room.”
    He ignored her and took another step into the bedroom. Unease prickled down her spine. Something was definitely off with him.
    â€œHow much would it take for you to walk away from Ryan?”
    Her eyes widened in shock. She couldn’t have heard him correctly. “Excuse me?”
    â€œDon’t play dumb. You’re a smart girl. How much would it take for you to dump Ryan and take off?”
    â€œYou’re offering me money? Did your mother put you up to this? You’re both out of your minds. I love Ryan. He loves me. We’re getting married.”
    Something that looked like genuine regret flickered across Jarrod’s face. He fidgeted nervously and then pinned her with his stare. “I’d hoped you’d make this easy. It’s not a small amount of money we’re offering.”
    The “we” in that statement confirmed Kelly’s suspicions that Ryan’s mother was indeed the mastermind of this operation. She was about to tell Jarrod exactly where he and his mother could get off when he took another step toward her. The look in his eyes had her hastily backing away.
    â€œI think you should go now,” she said even as she reached for the phone.
    Jarrod lunged across the bed, knocking the phone from her hand. She was so stunned by the sudden attack that for a moment she didn’t—couldn’t—defend herself.
    He shoved her down on the bed, his hands moving roughly over her body, pushing at her shirt, pulling ather pants. She drew her knee up, trying to catch him in the groin, but he dodged and then rolled her underneath him.
    She cried out in pain at the rough mauling. She was furious and terrified. He fully intended to rape her in Ryan’s bed. Had he lost his mind? Ryan would kill him for this.
    His hands moved over her skin with bruising force. Knowing if she wasn’t able to fight him off that he’d assault her in her own home, she began struggling with renewed force.
    She finally managed to land a blow between his legs, which had him doubling over, clutching at himself. She rolled, falling to the floor, her hands desperately grabbing at her clothing.
    She got to her feet, her hand clutching her bruised throat. “He’ll kill you for this,” she gasped. “How did you think you’d get away with it? My God, you’re his brother! You bastard.”
    She started for the door, her only thought to get to Ryan, but Jarrod’s words gave her pause.
    â€œHe’ll never believe you.”
    â€œYou’re insane,” she choked out even as she ran for the door.
    But Jarrod had been right. Ryan hadn’t believed her. Jarrod had called his brother from Ryan’s own apartment before she could arrive at Ryan’s office. He’d given Ryan his own accounting of what happened, and the