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  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 to hang by another thin chain.

  “Oh my God!” She laughed.

  She turned, walked to another post, and examined the corner. She found another hidden in the folds, but didn’t mess with that one, just left it alone and walked to the last of the four posts. She reached up, this time not surprised to feel what she found hidden there. The guy had handcuffs and chains on each corner of his bed.

  She managed to get the two fallen handcuffs and roll the chains up and place each back in their hiding places. This brother had a fetish for kinky shit to have that stuff attached to his bed. She was curious, wondering what else he was into. She got off the bed and then hesitated before dropping to her knees. She lifted the tailored bed skirt and peered underneath. She saw a duffel-size bag under there and reached for it.

  It was heavy as she dragged it out slowly. She got it flat and found the zipper, eased it open enough to see handcuffs, a few whips, some things she couldn’t even identify with Velcro and straps, and another smaller bag that she unzipped. Sex toys, still sealed in their wrappers and boxes, but each was clearly marked. Nipple rings, a cock clamp, and various vibrators in different sizes and shapes.

  She sat there on the floor with the toys spread out around her and laughed. She laughed hard until her sides hurt. The guy was one kinky cowboy. She put it all back carefully and shoved the bag back in place.

  “And I thought I was bad for keeping romance novels stashed under my mattress as a kid,” she whispered.

  She laughed again as she got to her feet, shaking her head in amusement. She hoped the kid’s parents never found that shit. Maybe that had been the reason he didn’t come home anymore. If her parents had found that kind of stuff under her bed she could never face them again.

  She turned off the light and climbed back up on the big bed. Pushing back the covers she found another surprise awaited her. Kinky Cowboy brother liked silky sheets. They were the good kind too—thick, expensive, and cool to the skin. She grinned as she slid between them. She’d always wanted a set of these sheets but had never dared buy them. She hesitated and then removed her jersey, placing it on the bed next to her, then lay down and pulled up the sheets.

  She wiggled her naked body against the wonderful silky sheets. It was a great feeling to have her bare skin against them, even better than she’d imagined. Her eyes closed as she stifled a yawn. She was worn out and hadn’t slept well the night before after her encounter with the motor-home guy. She’d let a stranger fuck her, and worse, she’d enjoyed it. She could see River Wind’s face in her mind and she hated that the memory of him turned her on as her body responded.

  “Damn,” she sighed, turning on her side.

  She forced herself to think about anything but the guy who’d rocked her world. Eventually her body relaxed. She appreciated the incredibly comfortable mattress and the sheets were pure heaven against her skin. She yawned and finally drifted off to sleep.

  * * * * *

  She was disorientated when light in the bedroom woke her. She lay on her stomach and her leg brushed something soft when she moved it—silk slid against her thigh. She lay in a strange bedroom. Memory returned as she awoke more. Is it morning already?

  “Damn,” a male voice almost growled. “Are you and Navarro fighting? Damn it, Trina. If I didn’t know that Navarro would kick my ass and castrate me I’d climb in there with you and show you what I do to women I find in my bed. Get up, sweetie, and get back into bed with your husband.”

  Brit tensed, her eyes opening wide. That voice was real and he thought he spoke to Trina. They both were about the same size, with blonde, curly hair. She swallowed, afraid to lift her head to look at whoever shared space in the bedroom with her.

  “Come on, pregnant mama. Get your cute ass out of my bed. I’m tired and I’ve been on the road far too long. If you don’t get up, I’m coming in there with you, Navarro be damned. I won’t touch you but he might not believe me if he wakes up in the morning and finds us in bed together.”

  Something about that voice… She frowned and then lifted her head and had to blink a few times to adjust to the bright overhead lights. She glanced at the bedside clock, saw it was three in the morning, and then turned her head toward the door.

  Shock paralyzed her as she stared at a face she thought she’d never see again. A pair of equally shocked dark brown eyes stared back at her.

  “You!” River Wind hissed.

  Her mouth dropped open. “River?”

  He was dressed in a pair of jeans and a tank top. His black hair had been pulled back into a ponytail but she had no doubt it was River Wind. Her mind went totally blank as she started into his stunned features, which probably mirrored her own. He blinked.

  “What are you doing in my bed? What the hell are you doing in my home, Fuck And Run?”

  She turned over and nearly lost the covers, barely remembering her nakedness. She grabbed at them but not before she probably flashed him a bare breast when she sat upright, gawking at him.

  “Your home?”

  He took a deep breath and then another one. “Yeah. This is my family home. What the hell are you doing here?”

  “Did you call me Fuck And Run?”

  “Yeah. It’s what you did.” He frowned. “I’m waiting to hear what the hell you’re doing here.”

  “This is the Raine ranch.”

  “My real last name is Raine but I use my mother’s name while I’m working. My older brother was famous and I wanted to make a name for myself on the rodeo circuit so I didn’t want to be associated with him.” He took a step toward the bed and then stopped. “Now tell me what you’re doing in my house and in my bed.”

  “Dale sent me here.”

  They stared at each other for a long minute. She looked away from him to see a backpack on the floor by the closed bedroom door. He lived here, his real last name had to really be Raine, and she sat on his bed. Stunned didn’t begin to cover her emotions.

  “That fucking Dale,” River finally cursed. “When I called him he told me I needed to get my ass home pronto. That bastard set me up.”

  “You? What about me? Did you tell him what happened between us?”

  He frowned. “Hell no. Did you? Is that why he sent you to me? I’m not rich so if you’re a buckle bunny, forget it.”

  Furious, she said, “You think I came here knowing this house belonged to you? You conceited bastard. I thought your last name was Wind. I wouldn’t be here if Dale had said I was going to be visiting a family by the name of Wind. I had no idea—none—that you were associated with the Raine family.”

  “Then who is hurt? Who is your patient?” He crossed his arms over his chest.

  “Nobody. I needed to get out of town for a while and Dale said he knew a family that could put me up so he sent me here to help them around their ranch. I know a little about horses.”

  Dark brown eyes narrowed dangerously and his lips twisted into a harsh frown. “So you say you’re a physical therapist but you’re here without a job? Are you a therapist or a horse wrangler? Make up your mind.”

  “What I am is out of here.” She scooted to the edge of the bed and then realized she was naked, baring a leg first as she attempted to slide off the bed. “Fuck!” She froze, clutching at the covers, and turned to grab her jersey. It wasn’t where she’d lef