Raine on Me by Laurann Dohner Read Free Book Online Page A

hesitated. Part of her wanted to confess why she needed to hide there but as she looked into the sweet face of the pregnant woman she changed her mind, not wanting to see horror on the other woman’s expression. Fear that Trina would kick her out if she shared the entire story also factored into her silence. “It’s all behind me now so it’s all good.”
    “I’m glad. I met my husband last year. Maybe you’ll meet a nice guy and try it again with the right man this time.”
    “Never.” Brit shook her head. “Once was more than enough. I date occasionally but I never want to get too serious about a man again.”
    “I’m sorry to hear that.”
    “Me too,” Brit sighed. What she didn’t say was she knew she could never get remarried even if she wanted to. “So how did you end up in Texas from California? No offense but I hear the weather is much better there.”
    “My first husband died in a fire at work and I came here to start over fresh.” Trina smiled. “And that’s when I met the love of my life. Navarro is the best thing that ever happened to me.”
    “I’m sorry for your loss but glad you met your new husband.”
    “Thank you. I thought I’d never get over Ted’s death but I did.” She smiled. “Never say never when it comes to loving again.”
    They spent the next two hours talking, getting to know each other, and then Trina excused herself to go to bed early. She planned to call her husband to say good night and then go to sleep. Brit locked up the house, cleaned up their dishes, and then turned off all the lights.
    Upstairs she got some of her belongings and walked across the hallway to the bathroom to shower. She just wore towel certain that her and Trina had the house alone for the night. Afterward, she walked back to her bedroom and quietly shut the door, though Trina’s bedroom was far down the hallway.
    She put on a hockey jersey that she enjoyed sleeping in. She brushed out her wet hair and glanced around the room. The room didn’t have a television but there were a few books in the far corner. Putting down her hairbrush, she chuckled as she walked 3toward them, wondering what the cowboy preferred to read. Shocked, she stared at the bindings of the books.
    She read them twice and then laughed out loud. She pulled out the volume on women’s anatomy and opened it, reading the list of chapters and laughed again, then shoved the book back. The cowboy had books on sex, women’s pleasure spots, and “how to” books on pleasing women. The only book on the shelf not in that category was about horses, breeding, and horse doctoring.
    She sighed and walked to the bed. She actually had to climb onto the tall bed.
    Whoever this guy was, he had to be tall, had a thing for learning how to be a great lover, and as she scanned the room, she decided he had masculine taste in decorating. If it was any more butch there would be some whips on the wall and maybe a mechanical bull in the corner. Lying back, she stared up at the black canopy. It took her seconds to realize the material stretched across the four posts looked suspiciously like leather. It just verified to her that the owner of the room really took living on a ranch a bit too far with his cowboy decorating theme.
    Something silver caught her attention near the corner of a post. She frowned, sat up, and then stood on the bed to reach it. It looked as though a piece of shiny metal was tucked into the black material of the canopy. As her fingers brushed the cool metal it slid toward her and she gasped as the entire thing fell out and clanked against the bedpost to which it was anchored.
    Handcuffs hung from a chain. She had to close her mouth, which had dropped open. The handcuff almost reached the mattress. The chain must be locked in place somewhere above the canopy, out of sight. She moved, walking on the bed to another corner, and reached up to feel in the folds. She felt metal. She moved the material a little and another handcuff fell out