9
Ian took a deep breath before he entered the office and found Gwen exactly where Gerard had left her. Tied up on the office chair looking as though she would bring down the roof with just her enraged glare.
“How long do I have to stay like this?” she demanded. “I’ve done nothing to warrant this treatment.” Ian raised a brow to which she amended, “Nothing this time.”
Had he not been so thoroughly exhausted and worried, he might have found her amusing. Gerard had wrapped her up like a mummy in yellow caution tape. Her stormy expression only added to the silliness of her current predicament, one that he should apologize for. He hadn’t meant to leave her alone all day.
“Please untie me,” she said. “I’ve had a terrible itch on my nose for the last hour.”
Ian pressed his lips together to
