Yours to Keep part 3: Billionaire CEO Romance (Captured and Claimed) by Cathryn Fox Page A

Quinn’s, a puzzled look moved over his face.
    Jacob slowed as he approached, then came to a stop. Hands on hips, he took a couple breaths. “Quinn,” he greeted.
    Quinn was an expert at reading others, and even if he wasn’t, from the strange way Jacob was looking at him, it was easy to tell something was wrong. He shaded his eyes and looked past Jacob’s shoulder. He searched the beach, scanning for signs of trouble.
    He focused in on Jacob. “What is it?”
    Jacob’s gaze went from Quinn, to the castle’s tall spires puncturing the overhead clouds, then back to Quinn again. He raked his fingers through his damp hair. “How did you get here so fast?”
    Quinn angled his head and looked over his friend. He arched a brow and grinned. “Have you been jogging in the sun too long?” He jerked his thumb over his shoulder. “I just came from the lobby.”
    Jacob shot another quick glance toward the castle, “But I…I just saw you with Rebecca.”
    Quinn looked toward the castle. Jacob had to be mistaken. “Rebecca’s at the cabana waiting for me.” She had no reason to go to the castle.
    Jacob scratched the back of his head. “I’m pretty sure it was her. I’m almost certain.”
    “Like you were certain it was me?” Quinn laughed, and put his hand on his friend’s shoulder. “I think you need to get out of the sun, pal.”
    “Jesus, I must be losing it.” He shook his head. “Either that, or you two both have twins.”
    “Wait. What?” A flash of unease moved through Quinn and his smile dissolved.
    “You both must have twins,” he repeated.
    Quinn stared down the beach and considered the members on the island who might resemble him enough for Jacob to think Rebecca was with him, then he turned his attention back to Jacob. The man wasn’t prone to rash comments, and the confusion on his face was genuine. Quinn had learned early on to trust his gut instincts, and right now it was telling him to listen. Something was wrong.
    “Are you sure it was her?” he asked.
    “Yeah.”
    “And she was with someone who resembled me?”
    “From the back anyway.”
    His mind raced, then came to a resounding halt.
    Fuck.
    Quinn might not have a twin, but there was one man at the resort with the same build and stature, a man he’d stood eye to eye with last night. With single-minded determination, he ran full throttle toward the dungeon. His heart crashed against his chest as he took a direct path that circumvented the winding walkway. He pushed through the bushes, cutting left and right to avoid a collision with the century-old pine trees. He broke through the trees near the castle and darted up the stairs. Shaky hands fished the key from his pocket as fear crept in and squeezed his gut. He pushed through the main door, shoving so hard it banged off the wall, the crash reverberating through the huge, airy castle.
    “Rebecca,” he called out. He blinked, willing his eyes to adjust to the darkness. He shot a glance around, struggling to see in the dark. When he heard a cry coming from one of the rooms, he rushed down the hall toward it.
    The second he saw her—arms and legs shackled to the cross, a blindfold covering her eyes—his heart slid into his throat. Oh, fuck no.
    No. No. No.
    “Rebecca,” he said quickly, protectiveness firing his brain. “Oh Jesus, Rebecca.” He started toward her, and from his peripheral vision spotted Felix stepping around the cross. Fury clawed at his insides, demanding he beat the man dead. But at the moment, the need to rip that fucking covering off her face, to free her from the nightmares that came with crossing a hard limit, was far more important than tearing into Felix.
    Quinn extended his hand, but seconds before he reached the blindfold, Felix rammed into him from the side, sending him flying across the room. He landed with a thud and air rushed from his lungs. Christ! He climbed to his feet as Felix came toward him again.
    Quinn ducked and drove into the man’s