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sit through dinner with me, and I sit through your speech about your little Center.” He leans toward me, his eyes intent on mine. “Trust me, Ms. Frazer, I always keep my word.”
    “I'm not sure I do trust you, Mr. Cunningham,” I say.
    His hand slides toward mine on the table, and his finger brushes against the back of my palm. It sends a tiny shiver up my arm.
    Calder smiles, his eyes dancing wickedly. “You should, Ms. Frazer. Believe me, I think you would enjoy the experience very much.”
    I snatch my hand away from him.
    “I'm not going to fall for that,” I say. “I’m not one of your little supermodels. I'm here for the Center, that's all.”
    I can tell from the way the corner of his mouth curls up that he doesn't believe me. This guy isn't used to women resisting his charms.
    “I broke onto your property,” I remind him. “And I dripped mud all over your precious house. Besides, I don’t think I’m your type.”
    “You don't think I can admire a woman with a little spirit? I told you before, Ms. Frazer, I admire your tenacity. And a few of your other assets, truth be told.”
    “You didn't seem particularly admiring when you were threatening to call the cops on me,” I counter. “If you think you can make me forget about why I'm here, that I'll just throw over the Center for the chance to sleep with you or something, you're an idiot.”
    Humor dances in his eyes. “I never suggested that. I've already made it clear that I'm attracted to you, and it's quite obvious that you're attracted to me as well. I'm just saying that I don't see why you can't have it both ways. Or, come to think of it, why I can't have you a few dozen ways in the meantime.”
    “You're disgusting,” I say, standing up and throwing my napkin down on the table. “This is serious. The Frazer Center has done remarkable things for this community and its people—more things than you'll ever appreciate or, dare I say it, do yourself, despite all your money or your fucking talking closets and fancy ceilings. If you refuse to talk about it… if you're just going to be ridiculous and crude, then fine. I won't waste any more of your time.” I turn and storm toward the door.
    “You can't leave,” Calder says calmly after me.
    “Watch me.”
    “No,” he says, just as my hand reaches the doorknob. “I mean it's actually impossible for you to leave. Do you remember crossing the river on your way out here? The road between here and Barberville floods whenever there's heavy rain. With a storm like this, it's probably under three feet of water by now.”
    My blood goes completely cold. I freeze, my fingers closed around the doorknob.
    “You're lying.”
    “I'm afraid not,” he says, still as calm as ever. He raises his wineglass to his lips and takes another sip. “I'm afraid, Ms. Frazer, whether you like it or not, you'll be staying here with me tonight.”

CHAPTER FOUR
    Panic rises in my throat.
    “You mean I'm stranded here? With you?”
    “It appears so.” Calder eyes me over his glass. “You don't have to look so terrified. I'm not going to devour you or anything.”
    “That's not exactly the impression you gave me a moment ago.”
    “Believe it or not, I prefer my women consenting. Enthusiastic, even. Until you're willing to admit that you're attracted to me, I won't lay a finger on you. After that…”
    “There won't be an 'after that'. I'm not attracted to you. Quite the opposite, actually. You're an asshole, and I don't care if I'm stuck here tonight. Nothing is going to happen between us.”
    “Very well then,” he says, nonplussed. “But since you can't leave, would you care to return to the table? I don't want Martin's hard work to get cold while we sit here at our little stalemate.”
    “It's not a stalemate,” I insist. “There's no discussion here. Nothing will happen between us.”
    He nods, unconcerned, and I want nothing more than to smack that smug smile off of his face. Is this really all just