Free Taming the Prince by Elizabeth Bevarly Page B

forgotten where she was and what had been happening.
    And then, as if to illustrate, she said softly, “Damn. I was so hoping I’d only dreamed all that.”
    He smiled halfheartedly at the way she swore in such a dignified, rarefied voice, then murmured, “Hey, welcome to my nightmare.”
    She expelled a reluctant chuckle. “You mean our nightmare.”
    “Well, I guess I don’t mind sharing it,” he said. “If you insist.”
    She sighed wearily and cast her gaze around their meager prison. “Doesn’t look as if we have much choice, does it?”
    Man, he was loving her voice, loving the dulcet, cultivated accent and the soft pitch, and the way her tone went down at the end of a question instead of up. It was just so different from the way he talked himself, and so incredibly sexy. Especially now, because her voice sounded so refined while the rest of her looked so reckless. And now, with her looking the way she did and sounding the way she did…
    Don’t think about it, Cordello. Just forget all about that stuff.
    Of course, forgetting about all that stuff was going to be just a tad difficult for him to manage, seeing as how he was trapped with her indefinitely, in a room that was barely big enough for one person, let alone two. And seeing ashow she kept talking in that incredibly sexy voice. And seeing as how she looked all rumpled and adorable and sexy. And seeing as how the top button on her blouse was still unbuttoned and still hinting—sexily—at the pale pink lace and ivory flesh beneath.
    Shane stifled an inward groan and squeezed his eyes shut tight.
    “I say, I do feel a bit better for having slept,” he heard Sara say in that refined, reckless—sexy—voice.
    Well, that makes one of us, he thought.
    “Did you manage to get any yourself?” she added.
    Did he get any? Oh, now there was a loaded question.
    “Sleep, I mean.”
    Oh, that. Not in this lifetime or any other.
    “You’d feel better if you could.”
    And I’d feel even better if I…and you…could—Enough, Cordello!
    He forced his eyes open again, but alas, Sara Wallington still looked way too sexy for his comfort. Worse than that, she was gazing back at him as if she expected him to do something. Something like, oh… Shane didn’t know. Maybe crawl over to her side of the cramped space and pull her into his arms and cover her mouth with his and—
    “Did you hear the Black Knights say anything while I was sleeping?” she asked. “Did they do anything I should know about?”
    Oh, excellent, he thought. Way to go, Sara. Talking about their current predicament was as successful as having a bucket of ice water tossed in his face—or elsewhere—in cooling his ardor.
    He shook his head. “Nada,” he told her, still trying not to notice that unbuttoned button. “I haven’t heard a thing. No movement, no talking, nothing. They might as well be sleeping themselves.”
    She studied him intently for a moment. “I suppose they do need to sleep, as well, don’t they?”
    “Yeah, but it’s not likely they’ll do it while they’re onwatch. And anyway, I figure it’s probably afternoon now, local time.”
    “Yes, it is,” she said readily.
    Her quick agreement surprised him. “How can you tell?”
    She shrugged. “I just can, that’s all. As you said, though,” she hastily backtracked, “none of them would be sleeping on watch, regardless of the time, would they? Still…”
    Her voice trailed off, as if she were thinking about something, though Shane was pretty sure her thoughts didn’t run along the same lines his had been running along. His suspicion was confirmed when she added softly, “We’ll have to figure out some way to escape, of course.”
    He expelled an incredulous sound at that. “And how are we supposed to do that? Not only do they outnumber us, but they’re armed. They’re also the ones with the keys to the doors and the car. Not to mention we have no idea where we are, and are therefore at a slight