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Sully looked over his shoulder at the woman standing there in front of his cell – an exotic island nymph with the face of an angel.

No way. He was either drunker than he thought, or he was still asleep and in the middle of the same dream from last night. Oh, yeah, this was the little honey from his dream. His hands had tangled in all that black hair. She had the same sexy dark eyes. The same pouty lips, too.

Grinning, he muttered, “Come on, baby, climb on in here and we’ll start the party all over again.”

He was two steps from the bed when his sexy dream-lover spoke and stopped him in his tracks.

“If I were you, I would be thinking about a way out of here instead of having a party. The men who visit this cell don’t usually live very long.”

Sully turned slowly. “You’re real?”