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needed a place to crash. Can we stop being jerks now and could you uncuff me?”
    He looked at her, and most of all, she wished he wouldn’t say a word and would just kiss her instead. If he stayed around her for much longer, she was afraid he might smell the arousal on her. It had been steadily growing since he tossed her on the sofa and pinned her down on it with his massive body. She could still feel his hard pecks under her palms, and she was dying to touch them again.
    Diesel seemed to fall into thought for a moment, and just when she was about to protest about her inhumane treatment again, he raised a finger and shushed her before she could get a word out.
    “Stay,” he said again.
    She frowned as he headed out of the cabin and disappeared into the night. She glanced over to her bag and considered her options. Getting the bag around her neck somehow with her hands cuffed would be a challenge in itself. Leaving without it would be an option, and she’d certainly be faster, but would she be fast enough to outrun a military man? He looked big but not lumbering. While she could easily escape from Blade and the likes, she doubted that she could get Diesel to even break a sweat.
    If she had her hands and she could shift and head for the trees, sure. But climbing without hands or the use of two paws was not something she had much confidence in.
    He looks like a nice enough guy… Maybe he’ll uncuff you and then you can make a break for it?
    Her quiet musings were cut short as Diesel returned, carrying a heavy dark green duffel bag in one hand and a sleeping bag in the other. He kicked the door closed with his booted foot and let the gear fall to the floor – of course, that clever bastard.
    “You’ve been sleeping outside, in the trees,” she said quietly, considering his meager possessions.
    Diesel nodded absently, undoing the top of his bag and snatching a light blanket from it. He tossed it to Sonya, and she dodged it just enough to have it fall in a pile next to her.
    “You’re staying here for tonight. And I won’t uncuff you. Tomorrow, we’ll go to the station and I’ll write you up a report, and then we’ll figure out what you can do to work off this debt you have to Shifter Grove.”
    He unrolled the sleeping bag in front of the only door and slid down the wall to sit on it, his maddening eyes resting on her. She had no doubt that he was being completely serious. It pissed her off to no end.
    “Who do you think you are? You can’t just keep me prisoner!”
    Diesel smirked, and dammit if it didn’t just make her want him more.
    “I’m the law, honey. Now shut up and get some sleep before I reconsider our sleeping arrangement and give you the floor instead.”
    It wasn’t the first time that Sonya Blackpaw had got on the wrong side of the law, and it wasn’t likely to be the last. But it was the first time that the law had looked quite so inviting to her.
    Diesel turned off the lights without another word, and despite expecting the contrary, Sonya fell asleep in just a few minutes. Maybe it was knowing that there was a man in the house with her who wouldn’t hurt her no matter how much she pissed him off – and she’d pissed him off plenty already. Or maybe it was just because she was sort of curious about how he was going to have her work off her ‘debt’.
    She could certainly offer a few suggestions.
     

CHAPTER SIX
    Sonya
     
    If looks could have killed, Diesel Wake would have been a dead man.
    Sonya gritted her teeth as he walked her through town, keeping her just two steps ahead of him, with her hands still cuffed. He’d picked the busiest time of the day – just before noon, when the streets were filling with locals coming into town for lunch or supplies. And he could have just driven her to his office in his black Dodge truck, but he hadn’t. Nope. The man could have got a PhD in being impossible.
    Instead of doing the gentlemanly thing, he’d opted for full-out humiliation. He’d