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lust riding him. Nothing could happen between
them. Yet he couldn’t help wondering what it was about her that made him forget
his resolutions about not trusting women. Given a little time, he could probably
figure it out, only he was too tired to think about it right now. He pulled her
behind him.
    “What are you going to do?”
    “Something I should have done in the
first place,” he grumbled, ignoring the underlining fear he detected in her
soft tone. She should have thought about the consequences before breaking her
promise. He dragged her through the darkened living room. With a deft flick of
his wrist, he unlocked her bedroom door, jerking her inside and slamming it
behind them.
    “No!” When it became clear, they
were heading straight for the bed she pulled back.
    “Yes!” Brent hadn’t had as much as a
catnap in the last thirty hours and he was going to get a good night sleep if
it killed him, or her! “I’m going to do whatever it takes to keep you in this
bed long enough for me to get some shuteye.” He tossed her on it.
    As she bounced upon the bed, she
reached for the hem of her shirt where it rode up high, but not before Brent
got a glimpse of her incredibly long and sexy legs. He thought he saw a flash
of black silk before she was able to yank the shirt down, answering his earlier
thoughts about whether or not she was wearing anything under her gown.
    The soft glow of the bedside lamp
filtering through the room cast a sensual warmth that
provided just the right mood for lovers, if they’d been lovers. Brent ignored
it, turning to the nightstand next to the bed. If memory served him correctly,
he’d placed a pair of handcuffs there for an emergency. As far as he was
concerned this definitely qualified. He rummaged around until he found what he
was looking for, holding them up with a wicked grin.
    “You can’t be serious!” Sophie gasped,
her eyes growing round. “I haven’t broken my promise to be quiet!”
    His chuckle held little humor. “You
can’t be trusted. These are to ensure you keep the other half of your promise,
to behave.” He reached for her wrist and clamped one end of the cuffs around it
before she could pull free.
    She quickly rolled away from him,
forgetting he still had the other end of the cuffs. Instead of forcing her
back, Brent kneeled on the bed, yanking her wrist up with the cuff around it,
fully intending to secure her to the bedpost.
    He hesitated, his eyes staring with
total disbelief before swearing a blue streak a mile long. There is no
headboard. Of all the rotten luck. He looked at
Sophie, narrowing his gaze at the ill-placed humor suddenly brimming in their
depths. Her expression clearly told him she’d guessed what he’d been about to
do.
    For a moment, he forgot about
everything except her beautiful face, spellbound like some gawky teenager
getting his first look at a woman’s breasts. The look in her lovely blue eyes
asked him what he thought he was going to do next, so he calmly took the empty
handcuff and clamped it around his own wrist, which promptly wiped the smug
look off her face.
    “You can’t do that,” she said when
she was finally able to close her mouth again. Her eyes looked positively wild,
the color on her cheeks deepening.
    “I just did,” he responded calmly.
    “But…”
    “Listen, princess, you’re safe
tonight. I’m too damn tired to try anything.” Before she could stop him, Brent
made himself comfortable on the bed next to her. He forced her down beside him
with a not so gentle tug, fluffing the pillow under his head and releasing a
deep sigh of satisfaction. “Get some sleep; tomorrow will be here before you
know it.”
    He closed his eyes, hoping that was
the end of further talk.
    It was going to be hell lying next
to her all night but it was a temporary solution to having to worry about her
escaping. Tomorrow he’d figure out something different but right now, all Brent
wanted was some sleep.
    Sophie mumbled something