Adrenaline surged through her.

Her legs were free, and she twisted, trying to escape, but the other man still had a firm grip on her, one hand on her mouth and the other across her chest.

“Grab her feet!” one attacker snapped. “Don’t mess this up.”

“He said this was an easy job,” the other man growled.

Ellie sucked in breaths between the fingers of the man’s gloves, trying not to hyperventilate. They were going to take her somewhere. As soon as she left this greenhouse, barefooted, her chances of getting away would dwindle.

Please.

“Put. Her. Down!”

Her eyes darted to the door in time to see Michael charging through it.

“Put her down and get off my property,” said Michael, standing over her. “I’m only saying this once.” His authoritative tone left no question that he would take action. He had been so careful with her, but now she saw another side, equally protective. This man was ready for anything.