“NO!” LYDIA KICKED AS Lucian carried her into his guest bedroom. “Why are you doing this? At least tell me.”
“Settle down.” He struggled with his arms wrapped around her slim waist. “I told you I won’t hurt you.”
“Like I believe that. You won’t get away with this.”
He threw her on the walnut sheets. “I’m not the enemy.”
“It seems like you are.” She slid to the headboard. “Help! I’ve been kidn*pped by a fake a*s, lunatic cop!”
“I’m not a lunatic.” Lucian dabbed his sweaty face with his handkerchief and stuffed it back into his pants pocket. “And, I’m a real cop.”
“Bullshit.”
“I am.” He reached for her. “Come here.”
“Don’t touch me.” She kicked at him. “Help!”
“You’re just wasting energy.” He snatched her hands and freed one from the cuffs. “No one’s gonna hear you.” He latched the
