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Whisper wasn’t much in the mood for following instructions. That was probably why, despite being tied to the bed and under supervision, she was sitting on her pillow, twisting and working the knots from her wrists.
Nicole was lying in the bed beside her. Much in the same position, the woman had her wrists tied to the headboard. So much for trust in the McDade family.
The young guy Shyla had called Fish was sitting in a chair that had been brought in and angled to face the bottom corner of the bed. His job was to watch the women as they slept. Not an exciting mission or a riveting one. The poor guy would probably have his ass handed to him, but he’d fallen asleep before Whisper was sure Nicole was slumbering.
Still, he’d done her a favor, which was appreciated. With him and Nicole as
