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miles from the ferry. How the fuck was he supposed to get them onboard if she couldn’t walk?
Chapter Six
Sophie woke slowly, a ringing pain bouncing off the walls of her skull. Soft light filtered through the blinds drawn over the window of her room. Aidan sat hunched over in a chair on the other side of the bed.
In the pale light, he looked softer. More innocent, somehow. In sleep, his face was relaxed and his mouth had gone slack. Still, his impressive muscles filled out the fitted black t-shirt he wore and she couldn’t help but admire his shape. Her fingers itched to push back the lock of hair that had fallen away from his eyes, but she killed the urge.
Son of a bitch probably hit the brakes that hard to keep me from asking questions . Her body started to shake under the covers, remembering the accident.
After everything he’d done, could he really justify punishing her for wanting to know her fate?
Sophie pushed back the covers and then immediately yanked them back up. She was clad in only a bra, panties and the bracelet Aidan had clamped on her at the hotel. Though he’d already seen her naked, it still infuriated her.
Determined not to let modesty stand in her way, she pushed her legs over the bed and forced herself to stand. Immediately, her limbs were covered in goosebumps. Aidan didn’t stir when she wrapped herself in a blanket at the foot of the bed. It covered her like a cloak and dragged on the wooden floor as she walked to the door, turned the knob and pushed it open.
The sea.
The only thing she saw were waves and water. It spread out before her, endless and inescapable, like the man who waited sleeping in the room behind her. There was nowhere to hide on a boat, not really. Maybe if it had been a cruise ship, she could have secreted herself behind hundreds of gallons of soda syrup, but this was smaller and he’d find her in hours even if she found a good spot.
No matter, she thought, taking a step into the breezeway. She had to try. No sooner had her second foot crossed the threshold than she felt a hand warm on the back of her neck. Aidan squeezed gently with firm fingers. “Going somewhere?”
“I hate you.” Sophie slumped, defeated, against the doorframe. He dropped his hand from her neck and took her shoulders gently, steering her back to the bed.
“You’ll hate me more before this trip is over,” he predicted. She couldn’t find any joy or malice in the words. He sounded tired.
Once she was sitting complacently on the bed, Aidan rifled through one of his black bags and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. “Unless these are on your gorgeous wrists, I’m not going to sleep.’
Sophie felt a smirk surface from nowhere. “I don’t trust you enough for handcuffs.”
His face hardened. “This isn’t a game. Give me your wrist.”
She held her arms in her lap, feeling for all the world like a sullen child refusing to honor a reasonable request. Once Aidan realized she wasn’t going to give in, he sighed, knelt before her, and snapped her right wrist into the cuff. He attached the remaining cuff to his left wrist.
“You’re going to be fine, in case you’re wondering,” he said once he’d positioned himself next to her on the bed. “They cleaned out the head wound and it’s not bad at all. Since you didn’t die outright, you’re probably okay.”
“Too bad for you,” she muttered. “Would have taken some problems off your hand s.”
“I don’t want you dead,” he said softly.
“Thanks for the car accident, by the way,” she said, ignoring his comment. “I can’t think of a more reasonable way of punishing me for asking where we’re going.” Now that she was thinking about it, the whole situation rankled. In a sick way, she understood what he’d done in the hotel. He needed information and sought it through pain. This time, there had been no reason beyond his pleasure and her punishment.
“There was a goat.” It was the last thing she expected Aidan to
Chapter Six
Sophie woke slowly, a ringing pain bouncing off the walls of her skull. Soft light filtered through the blinds drawn over the window of her room. Aidan sat hunched over in a chair on the other side of the bed.
In the pale light, he looked softer. More innocent, somehow. In sleep, his face was relaxed and his mouth had gone slack. Still, his impressive muscles filled out the fitted black t-shirt he wore and she couldn’t help but admire his shape. Her fingers itched to push back the lock of hair that had fallen away from his eyes, but she killed the urge.
Son of a bitch probably hit the brakes that hard to keep me from asking questions . Her body started to shake under the covers, remembering the accident.
After everything he’d done, could he really justify punishing her for wanting to know her fate?
Sophie pushed back the covers and then immediately yanked them back up. She was clad in only a bra, panties and the bracelet Aidan had clamped on her at the hotel. Though he’d already seen her naked, it still infuriated her.
Determined not to let modesty stand in her way, she pushed her legs over the bed and forced herself to stand. Immediately, her limbs were covered in goosebumps. Aidan didn’t stir when she wrapped herself in a blanket at the foot of the bed. It covered her like a cloak and dragged on the wooden floor as she walked to the door, turned the knob and pushed it open.
The sea.
The only thing she saw were waves and water. It spread out before her, endless and inescapable, like the man who waited sleeping in the room behind her. There was nowhere to hide on a boat, not really. Maybe if it had been a cruise ship, she could have secreted herself behind hundreds of gallons of soda syrup, but this was smaller and he’d find her in hours even if she found a good spot.
No matter, she thought, taking a step into the breezeway. She had to try. No sooner had her second foot crossed the threshold than she felt a hand warm on the back of her neck. Aidan squeezed gently with firm fingers. “Going somewhere?”
“I hate you.” Sophie slumped, defeated, against the doorframe. He dropped his hand from her neck and took her shoulders gently, steering her back to the bed.
“You’ll hate me more before this trip is over,” he predicted. She couldn’t find any joy or malice in the words. He sounded tired.
Once she was sitting complacently on the bed, Aidan rifled through one of his black bags and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. “Unless these are on your gorgeous wrists, I’m not going to sleep.’
Sophie felt a smirk surface from nowhere. “I don’t trust you enough for handcuffs.”
His face hardened. “This isn’t a game. Give me your wrist.”
She held her arms in her lap, feeling for all the world like a sullen child refusing to honor a reasonable request. Once Aidan realized she wasn’t going to give in, he sighed, knelt before her, and snapped her right wrist into the cuff. He attached the remaining cuff to his left wrist.
“You’re going to be fine, in case you’re wondering,” he said once he’d positioned himself next to her on the bed. “They cleaned out the head wound and it’s not bad at all. Since you didn’t die outright, you’re probably okay.”
“Too bad for you,” she muttered. “Would have taken some problems off your hand s.”
“I don’t want you dead,” he said softly.
“Thanks for the car accident, by the way,” she said, ignoring his comment. “I can’t think of a more reasonable way of punishing me for asking where we’re going.” Now that she was thinking about it, the whole situation rankled. In a sick way, she understood what he’d done in the hotel. He needed information and sought it through pain. This time, there had been no reason beyond his pleasure and her punishment.
“There was a goat.” It was the last thing she expected Aidan to
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