“Yes.”
“I don’t agree with you.”
“I’m not surprised,” he said, smiling.
She tugged again at the scarf.
“Rebecca, stop.”
She looked up at him, eyes wide.
He sighed.
“I want to have a conversation with you, and well . . . I’m not all that sure you won’t try to run, and I don’t trust that you won’t use one of those fancy moves on me, so . . .”
“So you thought you’d tie me up?” she asked, her voice rising.
“It seemed like a good idea.” He shrugged, going back to what he was doing. Gage moved his assault lower, down her collarbone to her breasts. He’d become very well acquainted with them recently.
“Let me loose.” She tried to put some force behind her words, but they lacked any semblance of authority. His lips were completely distracting her.
“Not until we talk.”
“Fine. Talk.”
Reb
