Weekend Wife by Carolyn Zane Read Free Book Online Page A

burst out of her chest. Her entire body quaked with terror, and she had to will herself not to faint. “I... Ha...uh... I— I—” she stuttered, so fearfully it began to make her angry.
    Why was she on trial here? He was the pervert. And she was probably his next victim!
    “Yeah!” Her body shook with rage. “I sure did!” she snapped, launching the handcuffs—bottle of champagne and all—in his direction. “And that’s not all I found!”
    “What the...?” Ty gasped as he dodged the bottle just before it hit the doorframe and exploded. “What the hell are you doing?”
    Emily crouched low, looking for a way to escape and keep his shirt closed over the dancing-pickle boxers at the same time. If she had to, she’d leap over the veranda into the pool. Then, if she didn’t drown, she’d run for help.
    “If you think just because you picked me up on the freeway, that you can handcuff me and play... kinky sex games, you’re sadly mistaken, bucko!” she shrieked, her eyes wild.
    Ty ran his hands through his hair in exasperation. Bucko? Her reaction to Roxanne’s gift seemed a little prissy in light of the fact that she was a street person. How on earth had she found the damn thing in the first place? He’d stashed it in his underwear drawer, for crying out loud....
    Ah. His eyes swept over her slender body, clad only in his dress shirt and boxers. She’d showered. And merciful mama, she cleaned up very nicely. She must have found it while looking for something to wear.
    Glancing from her smooth, tanned thighs up to her face, he could see the gears turning in her brain. Ever so slowly, she began to back toward the French doors that led to the veranda. What on earth was she doing?
    Moving farther into the room, Ty said, “I don’t think you should go out there...”
    “Don’t come near me!” she warned, her voice deadly.
    “Hey, now. Wait a minute. You’ve got it all wrong here.” Ty stepped farther into the room toward her.
    “Stop!” she cried, clutching his shirt closed across her breasts as she worked her way to the doors.
    Ty glanced out to the veranda. If she thought she could make it to the pool from up here, she was sadly mistaken, he thought worriedly. It was much farther than it looked. Not wanting to add scraping a dead body off his patio to his already totally bad day, he decided to stop her.
    He hadn’t been his university’s starting quarterback for nothing. Bolting across the room, he cut her off at the pass, lifted her lithe and wriggling body into his arms and tackled her on the bed. Her howls of terror could wake the dead.
    “Shh! You’ll wake up the kid!” he rasped as, tired of trying to convince her to shut up, he covered her mouth with his hand. “Ouch!” he yelped when she bit down hard. Jerking his hand away from her face, he examined it for blood. “What’d you do that for?”
    “Get off me, you pervert!” she grunted, struggling like a wild animal beneath his powerful body.
    However, Ty, being more experienced in contact sports, held her firmly in place by throwing a leg over her flailing limbs and pinning her arms down next to her sides.
    “Now hang on just a minute here! You’ve got this all wrong! Ouch! Damn it!” He groaned and clutched his lower midsection where her knee had connected with one of his more vulnerable areas. “Would you knock it off? I’m trying to explain... Uff! ”
    Good heavens, she was a wildcat. Lucky thing he’d never run up against her in a football game. He’d never have stood a chance, he thought sourly as he pulled her fingers out of his nose and eyes.
    Man, oh, man, she was a slippery devil, and she fought dirty. It was all he could do to keep her legs from knocking him senseless. He lunged at her ankles as she escaped from beneath him and crawled like a crab, hell-bent for water, to the edge of the bed.
    “Will you just chill out? ” he gasped, lurching after her as she slithered off the bed. “ Ow! Hey! That hurt!” he