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excitement; she adored realistic statues of tiny birds! These he brought to her to hold, and she marveled at the feel of their delicate little features.
    How did he know these things? She didn’t recall writing about Long Island or the birds in her books. Was it coincidence? A yawn suddenly interrupted her questions about the little statues.
    “I am so sorry. I was enjoying your company too much and forgot the time. Let's get you into bed.”
    “I'm not—” she yawned again “—tired.” The wine and the sudden drop of adrenaline seemed to bring about Regan’s immediate exhaustion.
    “I can tell,” he laughed. Without asking, he swooped her up into his arms, despite her protests of being too heavy. After shushing her and reassuring her that she weighed not more than a sack of groceries, he carried her down the long hallway and up a flight of stairs. Gently, he laid her down upon a soft bed.
    “Will you please untie my hands?” Regan asked nervously.
    “I will, but first, let's get you undressed.”
    “No! Don't…”
    “Hush now. Save your protests. You know they won't help you, you silly girl. Don’t worry; I am not going to force myself on you.”
    Regan held her breath as he gently removed her slippers, sweat pants and panties. She pulled her legs to her chest, ashamed of her body and trying to hide herself from his gaze. Without a sound, he untied her wrists and pulled her sweatshirt over her head, leaving her completely naked before him.
    “Do you need to use the bathroom?” he asked, stepping back to peer at her.
    She shook her head, balling herself up as tight as possible as her body sweltered with acute embarrassment.
    “Very well. Let me know when you need to go, and I will release you.”
    “Release me? But…” she groaned as he pushed her back onto the bed and secured her wrists in fleece-lined cuffs over her head. To her relief, he left her ankles unbound, but she still felt helpless and completely exposed.
    “What are you going to do to me?”
    “Let's see… What would any hot-blooded American male do in a situation when he has a gorgeous young woman bound helplessly before him at three o’clock in the morning? Sleep,” he laughed, covering her and planting a brief kiss on her lips.
    “W-where are you going?”
    “To bed. Why? Miss me already?”
    Regan bit back the retort, listening to him exiting the room.
    She gritted her teeth as the silence of the night took over her senses. The fact was, yes… she did miss him. Mentally, she kicked herself for feeling that way! What the hell was wrong with her? Was she so desperate? Regan groaned… it appeared she must be.
     

Chapter Three
     
     
    Regan woke to the sound of clinking glassware and rattling metal. Unable to sit up, she held her breath as the sound of footsteps approached her bed.
    “Good morning, sleepy head. We have a very special day ahead of us. Let me unbind you, to start.”
    “What are you going to do?”
    “New rule: stop asking me that question. I will tell you as I desire to. Sit up, please.”
    Regan temporarily forgot about her nakedness as she drew her sore arms into her body, rubbing her shoulders. His warm hands took over, kneading the knots from her neck and back, with an occasional kiss to the bare skin. He pulled her to her feet and wrapped a soft robe around her body, warming her quickly, before leading her to the restroom.
    “If you give me your promise not to try to remove the blindfold, I will allow you to take care of your needs without my assistance,” came the warning.
    “I promise,” Regan said quickly, knowing damn well that she probably couldn’t unbuckle the intricate ties that held the blindfold in place, anyway.
    He led her to the toilet and placed her hand on the roll of paper as well as on the knob to the bidet, cautioning her that he would come in to check on her shortly. Regan waited for the door to close and quickly took care of her personal needs, stifling a giggle as the bidet