Someone To Watch Over Her. Margaret Watson

and he noticed that she had painted her toenails a bright red.

      “We need to figure out what to do next, Jessica,” he said.

      She carefully set a dish into the dishwasher, then turned to face him. “The first thing I need to do is call my parents. They must be frantic with worry.”

      He shook his head. “You can’t tell anyone where you are.”

      Her eyes narrowed and she glared at him. “You may have rescued me, but that doesn’t mean you own me. I’m going to call my parents, and you’re not going to stop me.”