It was about the only thing in the tiny town. They weren’t far from Denver, but Erik didn’t want to let O’Connell anywhere near civilization. If she got away from him in the city, he’d never find her again. He’d just make sure they got an early start in the morning. “Why are we stopping?” she asked. “Need some things,” Erik replied curtly. “My luggage is back in a hotel, probably being thrown out even as we speak. Plus, I don’t know about you, but I’d like a fresh pair of underwear.” O’Connell smiled sweetly at him. “I don’t mind going without.” Christ. Like he needed that image in his head. Ignoring her comment, he leaned over and unlocked the handcuff from her wrist. She rubbed the reddened skin where the metal had chafed. “I get to come too?” she asked. “I thought you’d just crack a window.” “I could tie you to the bumper instead,” he shot back. “Would you prefer that?” By her pout, he could assume the answer was a no. “Come on.”
