Golden Binds - Page 20

Yeah, but that had been different. For some reason, it had been kind of sexy. That ass of hers was a work of art. And it looked even sexier blushing red.

“I’m going to have a go at getting her to talk,” Garret told him as he finished putting the food onto a plate. He held the spatula tightly in his hand, thinking he might have to hide the damn thing.

“What? By feeding her? You really think that will work?” Sawyer gave him a disparaging look.

“Well, not like the two of you have had any better luck. And let’s face it, out of the three of us I’ve always had a way with the ladies. You scare them, and Joseph bores them.”

He left the room quickly before one of his brothers decided to use that damn spatula on him.

4

She was hungry. She had to pee. And she was starting to think she wasn’t getting out of here anytime soon. They really did intend to keep her here until she told them who she was. What the hell was she going to do? She couldn’t tell them the truth.

So, lie.

Well, now, why hadn’t she thought of that last night?

She just needed a good excuse for being here. Something believable. She was mulling over her options when the door opened, and Mr. Hottie walked in.

She sat up. She’d curled herself up into the blanket that Mr. GQ had bought her last night and was lying on her side in the corner. Maybe the mattress would have been comfier but it smelled bad and the origin of those stains worried her.

Her stomach grumbled as the scent of food hit her.

“Rise and shine it’s breakfast time,” he called out.

“Jesus, don’t tell me you’re a morning person,” she grumbled.

His grin widened. How could he be so damn happy? Oh, that’s right, he wasn’t the one sitting in a cell, dressed in someone else’s sweats with just a bucket for company. Speaking of that . . .

“I have to pee.”

For a moment, he looked nonplussed, then he sighed. He walked over to a wall and pulled at a brick. The wall suddenly shifted away. And, lo and behold, there was a freaking bathroom. Toilet, sink, and shower. It wasn’t all that clean. Or pleasant smelling. But there was a toilet.

She rushed into the secret bathroom then realized he’d moved into the opening between the two rooms and was watching her.

“Go away.”

“I can see you aren’t a morning person,” he said, but he stepped back, away from the door.

Oh, God, she was so pleased to see that toilet she nearly kissed it. She refrained since she’d probably catch some nasty disease from it, but it sure beat the damn bucket.

She washed up and returned to find Mr. Hottie had set a plate down next to where she’d been sleeping.

“I can’t believe that was there all along.”

He shrugged. “Guess Sawyer thought you’d talk quicker if you had to pee in a bucket.”

“Sawyer is a crackpot.”

He grinned. “It’s been suggested we have him tested a few times.”

She shook her head. How was it she felt like smiling? She shouldn’t feel happy to see this guy. Did she have Stockholm syndrome already?

“Sit. Eat. I made it myself.”

“How do I know it’s not poisoned.”

His eyes widened innocently, as though he hadn’t thought of that. But she saw the twinkle in their brown depths. Did this guy ever take anything seriously?

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