Rhys sighed and settled into a chair. He’d been arguing with Amanda for what felt like hours. He’d never met a more stubborn woman. “You will stay home if I have to lock you in your room and instruct my men to see that you stay there.” “You wouldn’t dare.” “I would.” “Then I’d simply find a way around you.” “Amanda—” “You have two choices. I can go with you, or I can sneak out and go on my own. I think you will agree that I’d be safer with you.” Rhys ran his hand through his hair and resisted the urge to throttle her. Silence reigned for several minutes. Amanda stood and began to pace, betraying the nervousness she’d been trying to hide. Rhys couldn’t help but watch her. She wore a silver-gray dress that clung to her breasts and her trim waist. The lines of her legs were defined by the thin material as she paced.
