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captured.”
    â€œYou think you’re a prisoner?” He spun to face her, filling every inch of her personal space.
    Arianne forced herself to look away from his broad chest and rippling abs. He had a warrior’s body—taut, hard, and without an ounce of fat. “Can I leave?”
    â€œNo.”
    â€œThen, yes, I think I’m a prisoner.” Arianne scowled, no longer flustered by the proximity of his body or by his direct stare. “Kinda fits the definition, since you’re holding me here against my will.” She stifled a curse and tried to shake off his hand. During her years with the Jacks, she’d learned the hard way how to stay cool around dangerous men. Problem was, except for her father, she’d never met a man so dangerously attractive as Jagger.
    A high-pitched whine from the hallway broke the spell. Jagger released her wrist and crossed the room to open the door. With a sharp bark of delight, a midsize collie bounded into the room.
    Jagger’s face softened in an instant and he bent down and ruffled the collie’s fur. “This is Max. We found him abandoned when we took over the property a few months ago. He’s not supposed to be in the house, but tonight has been unsettling for everyone.”
    Arianne knelt down and held out her hand. After much sniffing, Max licked her palm. “He’s beautiful.”
    â€œYou like dogs?”
    â€œWe had a golden lab when I was growing up,” she said wistfully. “If I didn’t live in an apartment now, I would get another one. But they’re big dogs. It wouldn’t be fair.”
    â€œDogs need their space.” Jagger went thoughtful, staring at her, and Arianne tugged her shirt down over her knees, self-conscious about being hunkered on the floor beside Max, wearing only the oversized T-shirt and a pair of panties.
    â€œMax and I come out here a coupla times a week to run.” He patted Max’s head. “Gives me time to check up on the property and we get some time away. The minute the vehicle stops, he’s gone. Only way to get him back is to whistle. He can hear the sound almost a mile away.” When he held two fingers up to his mouth, Arianne put up a warning hand.
    â€œNo need for a demo. I like my eardrums unbroken, thank you.”
    Jagger chuckled and held out a hand to help her up. The small courteous gesture sent a warm tingle through her body that turned into a full-on tidal wave when skin touched skin and he pulled her up.
    For a moment, neither of them moved, and then Jagger dropped her hand. “Better get some sleep.”
    â€œWell … good night.” She stood beside Max, waiting for Jagger to leave, but instead he sat on the bed and pulled off his boots.
    Arianne’s palms grew clammy. “You’re sleeping here?”
    He licked his lips and smiled. “Not many of the bedrooms are furnished, and since you clearly can’t be trusted on your own, this is the only option. The bed is big enough for both of us, but I’m not planning to do anything more than sleep. It’s been a helluva day.”
    â€œI’ll sleep on the floor, then,” she said. “Maybe Max can keep me company.”
    â€œUnacceptable. You’re injured and a woman. You’ll sleep in the bed.”
    Irritation chased the filaments of Arianne’s fear away. “Women can sleep on floors.”
    â€œNot under my roof and not in my club.” Jagger removed his cut and then stripped off his T-shirt.
    Arianne’s eyes widened and her jaw went slack. Oh God . Why did he have to do that? He had the kind of chest she’d seen only on billboards or in men’s underwear ads. Well, except for the Sinner’s Tribe tattoo that spanned his broad chest, the wings surrounding the skull reaching up and over his shoulders to join the intricate tat sleeves that covered his upper arms. But it was the scar down the center of his chest and not