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“How far are you willing to go? You’re obviously an amateur at this. I presume killing me is not in the cards.” His voice was flat.
    She swallowed. “I don’t have anything to lose,” she said, the pain strangling her words. “These people supported me at a tough time. The organization I worked for was trying to find other land to transfer them to.”
    “You worked for?”
    “Yes. After I emailed you and sent letters, you wrote the organization, Vidas em Perigo , that nasty letter calling me an ‘extremist bully’. They fired me.” And closed the one-woman Indian affairs division.
    He shook his cuffed wrists. “As usual, I was on the mark.”
    He checked the alarm clock on the bedside table.
    “Your thirty minutes are up.” He shook his wrists again.
    If he got a bit more comfortable, maybe she’d get through to him. She had seen glimpses on his face that she had his attention. The way he sucked in his breath or shot her a speculative look here and there. He might not know it yet, but, by the end of the night, he’d agree with her. Defeat was not an option.
    …
    “If you do anything stupid, peeing in a bottle is out the window,” Addie warned him and scooted closer on the bed. If someone had told him the witty exchange at the bar would land him in a bed, tied up, well, fuck, he’d pictured it much differently. She held the stare like nothing could shake her from whatever crazy ideas she harbored. The look of someone who had nothing to lose. But why?
    He focused on the rest of her face to escape her scrutiny. Damn, she was pretty. Not his type, but definitely pretty.
    Tight blond curls framed her face, which was clear of any makeup. Freckles scattered over her small straight nose and high cheeks. Her skin seemed soft and fragile.
    He moved his fingers to shake the tingling away.
    Giving him a warning look, she grabbed the key from the back pocket of her jeans and moved toward him. With one knee on the mattress and the other foot still on the floor, she leaned around his right cuff to unlock it.
    Hmm … He had to pay attention to where she put the key. After waking up and getting his bearings, he’d quickly gotten over his rage to assess the situation. He’d tried to act superior, to reason with her, and at last he’d pretended to go along with her agreement. Now, it was time for a new strategy.
    Hell, he’d been through worse in his life.
    Bruno stiffened while she held his wrist and turned the key to free him. He couldn’t ignore the warm brush of her fingers before he flexed and shook his fist. A sharp pain shot up his arm.
    She replaced the key in her back pocket. Addie moved her knee, and a glossy picture stuck to her jeans. One of the pictures she had tried to shove down his throat.
    He saw his opportunity when she looked for balance as she lifted her knee. He stretched his arm and grabbed her by her waist. She gasped, but his larger frame put him at an obvious advantage.
    His entire body throbbed with awareness. He snatched her to him, closing his arm around her waist and offering no escape. He savored watching a lump make its way down her throat and her soft skin prickling with goose bumps.
    Something must have dawned inside her—she finally tried to move against him. Her small hands smacked his chest, and her legs kicked around his hips.
    “Easy,” he groaned.
    “Let me go. You have lost your bottle privilege.”
    “But I found another one. Much to our pleasure.” He dipped his head to hers, and her hot breath fanned his skin.
    He pulled her closer. She panted, though she stopped kicking and hitting. He dropped his eyes from her uncertain ones down to her lips…her bottom lip, slightly fuller than the top. They parted but no sound pushed past them.
    When his eyes searched for hers again, he discovered she, too, glanced at his lips.
    He loosened his grip on her waist for a moment.
    If he reached for her pocket right now, she would be too alert and react swiftly. She laid her palm on