Chapter 4
Caitlin
I wake to the smell of pancakes and my tummy rumbles. I never got to eat what I consider the dinner of champions last night—the bowl of Golden Grahams I poured myself before I found the Tacone brother in my apartment.
I squirm around, attempting to sit up. My feet and hands are numb from having the blood cut off and my whole body aches from being forced to stay in the same position for the last twelve hours. I play the game I’ve been playing from the start, which is pretending I’m not a prisoner, and that this is all fun and games to me.
“I smell pancakes!” I call out with exaggerated glee.
I’m satisfied when Mr. Tacone appears in the doorway, amusement playing over his face. He looks sexy as hell in crisp shirt, open at the collar, and his perfectly ironed dress sla
