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of food.
    â€œMr. Travis said I was to bring you food and a bath if you want it,” the girl said nervously, her eyes searching the room, her back firmly against the closed door.
    â€œCan you get me some clothes?” Regan asked. “Please. I could return them later, but I have to have more than that man’s shirt.”
    â€œI’m sorry, miss, but Mr. Travis said I was not to give you clothes or anything else besides food and hot water and that I was to tell you he’d hired a man to stand below the window all day, in case you tried to escape that way.”
    Running to the window, Regan saw that what the girl had said was true. “You have to help me,” she pleaded. “This man is keeping me prisoner here. Please, please, help me escape.”
    The girl hastily set the tray down, her eyes wide with fear. “Mr. Travis threatened me life if I let you go. I’m sorry, miss, but I’ve got meself to think of.” Without another word, the girl was gone from the room, and the heavy lock was securely refastened.
    Regan wasn’t sure at first of the feeling that ran through her. All her life had been pleasant, uneventful, almost bland, with few problems to cope with and fewer people to know, but now everything was piling on top of her, weighing her down. She hadn’t wanted to leave her uncle’s house, nor did she want to remain the prisoner of some horrible man.
    Picking the tray up with both hands, she threw it against the wall and then stood watching as eggs and jam went sliding down the smooth plaster surface. Her outburst did not help her mood but instead made it worse. Flinging herself onto the bed, she screamed into a pillow, kicked her feet, and slammed her fists into the feather mattress.
    In spite of her anger and her complete frustration at her helplessness, her exhaustion was stronger. As her muscles began to relax, she fell into a heavy, lifeless sleep. She didn’t even wake up when the maid cleaned the food off the wall, nor did she awaken when Travis entered the room, his arms full of bright boxes, and leaned over her, smiling at her sweet, innocent face.

Chapter 3
    â€œY OU’RE A SWEET TIDBIT TO COME BACK TO,” T RAVIS whispered, nibbling at her earlobe. As she began to awaken, he stepped away, wanting to watch her as she stretched, her curvy little body molding the shirt she wore into enticing hills and valleys. As she stretched, her eyes still closed, her breasts strained against the buttons, pulling the fabric apart and letting him glimpse an exquisite diamond of flesh. A little smile touched her lips before she opened her eyes and saw him.
    â€œYou!” she gasped. With an agile leap, she flew out of the bed and dove for him, fists clenched, shirttail riding up.
    Travis caught both her fists in one of his. “Now that’s what I call a greeting,” he practically purred, pulling her into his arms. “It’s not easy for me to remember I’m supposed to treat you like a lady when you fling yourself into my arms like that.”
    â€œI did not fling myself at you,” she said, gritting her teeth. “Why do you always twist everything so? You couldn’t possibly believe I want anything from you except to be released. You have no right—.”
    A quick kiss cut her off. “You know I’ll release you just as soon as you tell me where to take you. Surely a young lady like you has relatives. Give me a name, and I’ll take you there.”
    â€œAnd have you brag about what you’ve done to me? No, I couldn’t possibly agree to such a thing. Release me, and I’ll find my own way home.”
    â€œYou are not a good liar,” he smiled. “Those eyes of yours are as clear as a doll’s. Every thought you have is written across them. I’ve told you several times the conditions under which I’ll release you, and that’s the end of it. I’m not going to give in, so you