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and shotguns, but none of them would fit where she had in mind. Besides, even if it wasn’t loaded, it was never a good idea to point a gun at someone…
    Unless the gun wasn’t designed to injure its targets.
    Her smile widened. Casting a cautious look at the swinging door, she tiptoed into the garage and plucked one of Hake’s paintball guns off the pegboard, trembling with excitement. She pulled a full magazine from the box under the work bench and shoved it home.
    Weighing the aluminum gun in her palms, she bit her lip. Would it fit?
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    There was only one way to find out.
    Tiptoeing back into the kitchen, she sat down in Hake’s chair and eased the drawer open. Even diagonally, the slim silver gun barely fit inside, and she heaved a sigh of relief that the drawer was deep enough to close without a problem.
    “How’s it coming?”
    Mandy gasped and whirled around, blushing when her ass cheeks squeaked on the oak seat. Brent stood there, propping the door open with one hand and watching her with a quizzical smile on his face.
    “Uh, just about ready,” she said as she rose.
    “Good. I’m starved.” The door swung shut behind him as he headed for the fridge, and Mandy’s heart rate accelerated. Being alone with him had never bothered her before, but it was unnerving as hell now that she had something to hide. Exciting, too.
    Maybe she was a latent adrenaline junkie.
    “Beer’s in the garage,” she reminded him as he opened the door.
    “I’m not looking for beer.” He opened the freezer door and dug around for a minute, then emerged with a wicked smile on his face. “Perfect.”
    Oh hell, he had her glass dildo. The big one. Damn Hake for humiliating her like this! He was going to pay later.
    Yeah, yeah—tell that to the come-slick running down your thigh.
    He pulled it out of its Ziploc bag and went to the sink to rinse it. Squirming inwardly with embarrassment, Mandy dropped her gaze back to the task at hand, plopping a piece of bread on the last sandwich and slicing the whole thing on the diagonal with a butcher knife.
    Then she frowned. What if they didn’t let him come in here and eat, but left him tied up in the living room?
    A sidelong glance revealed that Brent’s back was still to her, so she reached to her right and opened the tool drawer. Yes! The utility knife was still on top. Snagging it, she 33

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    slipped it into the big, low pocket on her apron and slid the drawer closed. If they didn’t let Hake loose, she’d just have to make a break for it and set him free herself.
    Taking another quick peek at Brent, she heaved a shaky but triumphant breath and set to work on a relish tray of baby carrots, sweet pickles, and black olives. She couldn’t believe how rattled she was over a silly sex game. Good thing it wasn’t a real home invasion—she’d probably faint dead away and leave Hake to face the bad guys all alone.
    Putting the finishing touches on the tray, she set it on the table and turned, announcing, “Your snack is ready.”
    He gave her a very frank look that made fire swoosh back up her neck into her cheeks.
    “It certainly is,” he murmured.
    Joe pushed through the swinging door and Mandy was relieved to see Hake follow, totally unbound. He sank into his accustomed chair, eyeing Joe with both loathing and speculation. Joe just grinned as he set the bottle of lube and a handful of condoms on the counter, and Mandy’s tummy fluttered in anticipation.
    When she went to take her seat, Brent held up a hand. “Just a minute.”
    His frown made her heartbeat kick up a notch. He was looking at her pocket.
    Mandy fidgeted with the edges of her apron as he walked toward her.
    “Is that a pistol in your pocket or are you glad to see me?” Stopping just inches from her, he reached into the pocket and pulled out the utility knife.
    She swallowed hard when he thumbed the release and the blade slid out. “It’s nothing, really. I just