He kept his eyes closed, aware his hands were tied excruciatingly tight behind his back. His shoulder muscles felt the strain, as did his legs. The bastard had him hog-tied, making it impossible to work it loose. The driver was hell-bent on his destination. Brett had no doubt his life depended on...
It’d been a long day and tomorrow promised to be an even longer one. “You usually stroll in at midnight?” His heart skipped a beat and adrenaline pumped through his veins. In one smooth motion, he reacted with gun in hand, pointed at Dallas Fortune. “Damn, woman, never do that to me again. What t...