Daphne stiffened, her fingers tightening around the glass. “Holding me prisoner? That seems rather cliché.”
“Not prisoner,” Landon corrected, taking another sip of his scotch. “Let’s call it…extended hospitality.”
“You’re insane if you think I’ll just stay here because you ask nicely.”
“I’m not asking.” His voice dropped, that dangerous edge returning. “And I’m not insane. Just practical.”
Daphne set her glass down with deliberate care. “I could kill you with this glass right now if I wanted to.”
“You could try,” Landon agreed, his eyes never leaving hers. “But we both know how that would end. More steam, more nakedness, and we’d be right back where we started.”
Heat crept up Daphne’s neck. “That was a tactical error.”
“Was it?” Landon raised an eyebrow. “Or was it the most honest t
