Ronan came to with a sharp inhale, shoulders flexing, the ropes tightening against his arms as instinct roared awake. For a single perfect heartbeat, he believed he’d been captured—ambushed—taken off guard like a rookie.Good.He was supposed to believe that.Shiloh stood just beyond the lantern glow, pulse thrumming, watching every muscle in his chest tighten as he tested the restraints. His legs were bound. His wrists behind the chair. His breath even, controlled, but edged with lethal readiness.Gods, he was beautiful like this.“Shiloh?” His voice was gravel, dangerous and awake. “If this is a joke—”“Oh, it’s not a joke.” She stepped forward, letting the light catch her. “Not even a little.”His eyes slid over her body—slow, lingering, hungry enough that heat bloomed between her thighs. The silk slip she wore dipped low, skimmed high, clung in all the ways designed to undo him.“Sweetheart,” he said with a low growl. “You tied me to a chair.”“I did.”“And you think that’s wise?”
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