Page 109 of The Rancher's Secret Relationship

"I'M SORRY I HAVE TOdo this."

"Your hands are shaking. Is it your first time cuffing a man?"

"I think you already know the answer to that," I mutter under my breath.

"So...not even when you're playing games with your boyfriend?"

I'm about to tell him I've never had a boyfriend...but catch myself in time.

Or at least I thought I did...until I see the way his violet eyes are gleaming knowingly at me.

Ugh.

I tighten the handcuffs around him, just enough to make him wince, and my mood brightens.Good.

That should teach him.

He may be a foot taller than I am, and more than twice my weight, but I'm the person with the gun, and he's the one cuffed to the steering wheel.

That means I'm still in control.

Right?

Or does he want me to think I am...even when I'm not?

I don't want to look into his eyes, but avoiding his gaze feels like surrendering the upper hand.

Just get it over with, Liz.

I lift my head...and fight against the immediate urge to look away.

Idiot. Idiot. Idiot.

Everything about this guy is too hot to be real, and that's what makes me feel like I'm the biggest idiot alive.

I had a plan, darn it.

But one look into his violet eyes, and everything about it went flying out of the window.

"What exactly is your plan here?"

His sudden question catches me off guard, but it's the maddening calmness of his voice that I find frighteningly disconcerting.

I'mstillin control.

Right?

"Do you even know what Bucks is?"

Instinct warns me to keep my mouth shut, but this only makes his gaze narrow at me.

"It's where people go when they need to sell something quick—-"

Why do I have a bad feeling about this?

"—-without being asked any questions."

I'm out of the car in a flash, and I'm finding it harder and harder to breathe with every step I take.

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