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Did she think his offer of moving around freely would
lead to escape? “Do you have any clothes for me?”
    Brent’s gaze took in her ruined
gown. Bending, he scooped up his shirt and tossed it to her. “Put this on for
now.” She caught it against her, but otherwise didn’t move. The silence between
them grew.
    “What now?” He didn’t try to
disguise the impatience in his tone.
    “Surely you don’t expect me to put
this on while you stand there watching?”
    “Why not? A minute ago I had my mouth on your nipple and my hand close to
your pussy.”
    “You could do the gentlemanly thing
and turn around.”
    It was clear she was going to ignore
the lustful episode between them. Brent couldn’t help it. He burst out
laughing. “You take the cake, princess.” He released a resigned sigh when she
didn’t show any signs of budging, and spun around so she could slip into his
shirt. “Don’t try anything cute; Tom’s in the other room.”
    “You could leave the room…”
    “Don’t press your luck.”
    Brent grinned at her huff, and then
nearly swallowed his tongue when he caught sight of Sophie in the mirror over
the dresser. Neither of them had given it a thought. But he could clearly see
everything the lady had to offer. She released the comforter, and his gaze
rapidly took in her full breasts, the nipples still hard, narrow waist, and the
flare of her hips.
    Before he had time to fully
appreciate what he was looking at she quickly slipped into his shirt, doing up
every button from the neck to the hem. She started to slide the ring on her
finger but opened the nightstand drawer instead. He watched her drop it inside.
Then, just as she was about to close the drawer she hesitated, and he knew her
gaze had fallen on the gun he’d placed in there earlier.
    Her gaze flew to him. It was clear
she was still unaware that he could see her in the mirror. He recognized the
indecision on her expression, right before she made a desperate grab for it. As
she brought the small, black revolver up, Brent swung around. And before he
knew it, he was staring down the barrel of his own weapon.
    Another time and he would have been
amused at how badly the gun was shaking in her small hand. It appeared heavy
and awkward, and he suspected she’d never handled one before. That could be
dangerous, if the safety wasn’t on. Their stares met, and clung. Fear churned
in her pretty eyes, yet not enough to cause her to drop the gun. She pointed it
at Brent as though she had experience handling it.
    “For a man with a gun pointed at him
you don’t look very concerned.” She had the guts to say.
    Brent could tell his grin unnerved
her. “What are you going to do with that?”
    Her expression revealed his lack of
response wasn’t exactly what she’d been hoping for. She was more frightened
than he was and she was the one with the gun. Testing her, Brent took a step in
her direction; she took a step back in reaction. She gasped when the back of
her thighs came up against the edge of the bed. It shouldn’t have, but the look
in her calculating eyes set his blood on fire. He never could back down from a
challenge.
    She wet her lips before saying,
“Please, don’t make me shoot you.” Her stare clung to his. Brent took another
step forward, knowing there was nowhere for her to retreat. Nowhere to go
except back on the bed, and he doubted she’d do that willingly. “All I want to
do is leave.”
    Brent shook his head slowly. “Sorry,
princess, no can do.” He halted within a foot of her, taking in the fact her
hand was already weakening from the unaccustomed weight of the gun. “I guess
you’ll just have to shoot me.” He held his arms out as if offering her an easy
target.
    Instincts warned Brent she’d never
shoot him, even if she could. He probably stood a better chance of having the
gun thrown at him. As the silence stretched between them, he saw tears of
frustration slip from her eyes and that sexy bottom lip tremble