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pulled me back with a jerk on the cuff.
    I stopped scrambling and stared at his fuzzy face in the dark. “Not taking any chances with what?”
    “You taking off in the middle of the night, getting shot at again, kidnapped, car bombed, any of it.”
    I was right, he was nuts. “What are you talking about?”
    “I’ll tell you in the morning, after you tell me about your little bit of trouble.”
    Eek!
    I decided to ignore the second part of that. “Tell me now.”
    “Go to sleep, Ava.”
    “Uncuff me!”
    “Settle down and go to sleep,” he ordered, settling himself on his back.
    “Un… cuff… me!” I pulled hard at the cuff.
    He jerked it again, harder, and I toppled into him, breasts to chest and his other arm went tight around my waist.
    “Settle,” he said low.
    I glared in the general direction of his face, knowing I would never win but not about to give in gracefully.
    “I hate you,” I declared.
    “You don’t.”
    “I do.”
    “Okay, maybe whoever this new Ava is does but she’s a bitch and I don’t give a fuck if she hates me. The old Ava doesn’t hate me and she’s in there somewhere, I saw her five minutes ago and that’s who I’m keeping safe.”
    That knocked the breath out of me and cut me deep.
    So deep, to hide how much it hurt, I did as he told me to do and settled into his side, my body mostly on him because my right wrist was cuffed to his left and his arm was thrown out wide to keep me there. Without anywhere else to put it, I rested my head on his shoulder. Still, I held myself tense because I was totally freaked out.
    Woo hoo! We’re in bed with Luke! Bad Ava crowed.
    Oh, this feels nice. His chest is so hard and his body is so warm, Good Ava breathed.
    If Good Ava and Bad Ava could get close, I was certain they would high five.
    Jeez.
    I lay there, trying to relax. I couldn’t relax.
    So I started talking. “I won’t get shot at again,” I muttered into his shoulder.
    “I’m not taking any chances.”
    “I certainly won’t get kidnapped, the idea is ridiculous.”
    He was silent.
    “And a car bomb, what on earth?” I mumbled.
    “Babe.”
    “What?”
    “Please be quiet and go to sleep.”
    “Fine,” I snapped.
    His arm around my waist tightened and his other hand came close to rest on his chest, forcing my hand to rest on his chest too. I slid off his body but he held me close to his side.
    I figured I’d never in a million years, snuggled up next to Luke Stark, man of my dreams, wearing his t-shirt, lying in his big bed, in his huge loft (and handcuffed to him for God’s sake), get to sleep.
    It took, like, five minutes and I was dead to the world.
     
     
    Chapter Four
    Payment
     
    I woke up in the middle of the night when my body moved, not of its own volition.  
    I opened my eyes; it was still dark. Luke had turned into me, his arm holding me close, pulling me over the top of his body.  
    “What’s going on?” I whispered, my voice sleepy.
    “Shh,” he shushed me and rolled, taking me with him, settling me on my other side.
    Our cuffed arms were cocked and up between our bodies and he had me close so his and my forearms were pressed beneath my breasts. His free hand slid down my hip, to my thigh, pulling it up, gliding down the back of my thigh to my knee and hooking my leg over his hip.
    If I hadn’t been mostly asleep, I would have probably flipped out at the intimacy of this position, struggled and maybe thrown a hissy fit.  
    Instead, I was warm, tired and the position was ultra comfortable.  
    I snuggled into his warm body, his arm moved to rest at my waist and I fell back to sleep.
    * * * * *
    I woke up and blinked at all the sunlight coming into the room. Denver was a sunny place but this was crazy.
    I stared at the wall of hard-muscled chest that was right in front of my eyes and for a second felt confusion.
    Then it all came back to me and I tensed. Inventorying my situation I realized I was pressed against Luke’s side, he was on his