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then Harriet homed in on his one word, pervert , and inhaled sharply at his obvious hidden meaning. “You want to tie me up, don’t you? No way! Uh-uh!”
    “Tie…tie you up?” Steve sputtered and let loose with another burst of laughter.
    Standing abruptly, she planted her hands on her hips and tapped a bare foot with indignation. She stopped tapping immediately when she noticed his eyes take notice of her loose breasts, which were bouncing along with her foot movement. So he wasn’t dead below the waist after all. The lech!
    “Listen up, lover, and listen good,” she declared haughtily, tossing her hair back over her shoulder with a theatrical flourish. “I’ve put up with this forceful seduction business of yours for weeks, but I draw the line at bondage. Even in a dream.”
    “Bondage? Dream? Oh, God, oh, God!” Steve groaned, wiping at his eyes. “I haven’t laughed so much since…well, in a long time. Next you’ll be asking me to hang from the ceiling and you’ll be bringing out the buttermilk.”
    Harriet clenched her fists and made a low, snarling sound.
    “Did you growl? Did I just hear you growl like a chatte ? Lord, what jungle did they find you in, little love leopard?” He chortled at his own joke.
    He was making fun of her. Dr. Harriet Ginoza was the butt of this bozo’s joke. No one had teased her or gotten under her skin in ages…not since she’d learned how to use her brains and her razor-sharp tongue on Frankie “the Frog” Harris way back in third grade at St. Agnes School.
    “Now that I think about it, it all fits together,” Etienne mused. “Leopards are cats. And Cain and Abel said you have a tongue like a cat. Oh, God, I hope you don’t have a tail. Turn around and bend over so I can see, honey.” He guffawed some more, then broke into another full-fledged bout of laughter.
    She hoped he split a gut.
    If she hadn’t known it before, Harriet did now…her sweet savage lover was a sweet savage louse.
    “No, I don’t have a tail, but I damn well have claws.”She pounced on him, threatening, “I’m going to kill you.”
    Her attack was interrupted by three sharp raps on the door, followed by silence, then another three raps.
    Steve’s laughter faded, and he drew himself up alertly. When three more raps followed, he put a fingertip to his lips, cautioning her to silence—not that she’d been the one making all the noise—then moved to the door.
    “Etienne,” she heard a male voice whisper.
    He promptly unlocked the door.
    Two tall, exceedingly gorgeous black men—twins—dressed similarly to Steve, immediately slipped inside, and he locked the door after them. The black cowboys were packing pistols, too.
    “Have you lost your mind, Etienne?” one of them exclaimed. “We could hear your laughter all the way to the end of the car.”
    “Yeah, but at least he got his sense of humor back,” the other man pointed out, then cast a teeth-flashing, Dennis Quaid—style grin her way. “I guess your rooster has got his wings back, my friend,” he observed, winking at Steve.
    “Nice leopard skin,” the first brother remarked, his admiring eyes taking in Harriet’s scanty attire.
    Harriet backed up toward the window. The compartment was hardly bigger than her walk-in closet at home, and these three six-foot-plus, well-muscled men took up most of the room. She forced herself not to panic. It’s only a dream, it’s only a dream, it’s only a dream .
    And, hey, wasn’t this something new for her dream? More than one man.
    A sudden thought occurred to her. Oh, geez! She hoped they weren’t going to suggest something really kinky like a ménage à trois.
    Even worse, she hoped she wasn’t going to agree.
    She’d never in a million years do such a thing in real life, but who knew what she’d countenance in her crazy dreams. After all, who would have ever believed she’d enjoy forceful seduction? Could she possibly be facing multiple sex partners?
    But it wouldn’t