With trembling hands he unlocked the manacle and slid it quietly aside. “My clothes,” he said to Livvy who watched him free himself from the shackles. She had a hungry look on her face as he did it, the way Lee had seen men who were about to turn hunting dogs loose on their prey. She rose slowly, not quite turning her back to him, which he appreciated because Lee himself wasn’t sure he could be trusted. She walked around a musty old feather bed and opened an armoire. From there she extracted his jeans and shirt. She tossed them over the bed and they landed in a heap at his feet. “Boots,” he commanded as he pulled on his jeans. She reached down and picked up his pair of scuffed boots that still had the red dust from the street on them. He smiled like a grateful dog at her as he pulled them on, then he stood, stretching to his full height. He rushed to her then, and she gasped, astonished at his swiftness. She was in his arms in a matter of seconds; his arms closing close around her, his lips pressing hard against hers.
