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Dalton dropped the handcuffs and kicked them across the floor to her. “Put those on.”

“A frequent fantasy of yours?” Kira had been aiming for a sarcastic tone and instead, the words came out breathy. Like an invitation.

“Definitely.” His raised eyebrow spoke volumes and she balanced on the thin line between anger and appreciation. He was good. Scratch that. He was very bad, and he knew it.

“I meant, use them on your friend. We need to get out of here before the fire closes in.”

“And if I refuse?” She swiped her cheek across her forearm and stifled a groan when her skin burned from the action.

“Then you deserve each other,” he drawled. His warped sense of humor added to his raw appeal. Laughter and looks were a dangerous combination.

His silky brown eyes slid down her body and then to the gun in her hand.

“You’re making me nervous. How about a truce?”