FATAL FORTY-EIGHT: A Kate Huntington Mystery (The Kate Huntington Mysteries Book 7) - Plot & Excerpts
Her face was sweaty, her torso too warm, but her legs were freezing. She opened her eyes.A stirring to her right. The man’s face appeared over hers.“Good morning, my dear.”She tried to talk, but her mouth was too dry. She worked it to produce some saliva, then tried again. “I need to use the bathroom.”“Of course. Let me help you up. I removed your pantyhose and your, uh… while you were sleeping. I figured you would have such a need when you awoke.” The man was actually blushing as he put one arm behind her and lifted her to a sitting position on the bed.Her ankles were wrapped in wide leather straps, with sheepskin on the inside. The anklets were tied together with a short section of clothesline. Otherwise, her legs and feet were bare.Belatedly his words registered. The blood drained from her face as he tugged her to a stand. She swayed on her feet.What the hell else did he do while I was asleep?“Don’t worry, Ms. Ford. I have no intention of assaulting you.” His tone sounded slightly offended.She swallowed the words that popped into her head.What do you expect me to think, you bastard?
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