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Then I was handcuffed to his bed.
“What the hell!” I yelled.
I was on my back, my left arm over my head and cuffed to one of the slats in the headboard of Lee’s mission style bed. Lee was leaning over me.
“I’m goin’ out and I’m makin’ sure you don’t do anything stupid.”
“You can’t leave me handcuffed to your bed! What if there’s a fire, a break in?”
He shook his head, pushed away from me and got off the bed.
“I won’t do anything stupid,” I told him, my voice just this side of seriously pissed off, saying clearly that the first stupid thing I’d do when he let me go was kill him.
He came back, leaned in and kissed my forehead. “I know.”
Then he walked across the room, turned off the light and was gone.
Fucking,fuckingLee.
* * *
Normally,I could sleep just about anywhere. Crash on someone’s couch, in a double bed with four other people (mainly because my activity cleared the bed), in the back of a van.
I was learning I had a great many life skills I had not known I possessed, such as running away when people were shooting at me, holding my own when I’d been kidnapped and not throwing up when I found a dead body.
Unfortunately, those new life skills did not include being able to sleep while I was cuffed to Liam Nightingale’s bed.
I found a somewhat comfortable position and tried to sleep, but I was spitting mad, and every time I closed my eyes all I could see was Tim and his brains that were no longer contained in his body.
What seemed like hours later, I heard the door open and my body tensed. I kept myself perfectly still and listened as someone walked through the house. They didn’t turn on any lights and they were quiet as a cat, the only noise a barely distinct rustling. Then that someone walked into the bedroom. I heard something fall on the chair. The whisper of movement of the sheets, then hands at my wrist. The smell of leather, spice and tobacco, and when I was released from the headboard, I knew it was Lee.
No sooner was I released than I rolled toward the other side of the bed and freedom.
I got a roll and a half in before an arm hooked around my waist and I was stopped.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m getting a taxi home,” I said between clenched teeth.
“No.”
“Then, I’m sleeping on the couch.”
“No.”
Great. We were going to go through this rigmarole again.
“I’m sleeping on the other side of the bed.”
“No.”
“You’re an asshole.”
“Maybe.”
Shit.
Lee settled in and tucked my back to his front, his arm wrapped around my waist.
