Chapter 24
With hours to go before he could attempt his escape, Rafe took the opportunity to rest. Unsure of his balance, he leaned on the chair to rise, then took cautious steps to the bare mattress. He stretched out and furiously scratched his neck, again cursing the sadist who’d designed the itchy gray scrubs.
At least they’d taken the obscene stripper’s robe off him. Rafe thought the revealing costume was absurd, but Grant had seemed to appreciate it. A wave of heat flooded his face—not embarrassment this time—arousal. Rafe’s ass still tingled from the sense memory of the alpha’s hand squeezing and kneading flesh, seeking out his center.
With regret, Rafe set those images aside and pretended to sleep. He wanted to offer nothing but boredom to anyone monitoring him on surveillance ca
