Mace opened the bedroom door and poked his head inside. He ducked behind the door as the plate he had left behind was hurled toward him breaking against the door. Jess had good aim. Next, the TV remote struck the doorframe beside his head and ricocheted into the hall. She had nothing else to throw he reassured himself as he entered the room cautiously just in case he was wrong.
Jess sat on the edge of the bed with the sheet wrapped clumsily around her. Her wrist still shackled to the headboard. Her dark eyes filled with fury. If looks could kill, she could have struck him dead where he stood. Jess jerked her arm shaking the headboard. “So, we’re back to this?” She snapped offended that he had the gall to handcuff her in her sleep. “You make love to me and then cuff me?”
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