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him and pinned my wrists behind my back.
    “Get off me, you big jerk,” I screeched at him as I kicked and floundered wildly underneath him.
    Roan got up, put his knee into my back and effectively squashed me like a pancake. I could not move with his heavy, muscular, frame holding me down.
    “You know, Aspen, being in the military taught me many useful skills. One of which was how to restrain hysterical little girls who don’t yet understand what is going on.”

 
    Chapter 6
     
    ~Aspen~
    I was curled up on my side on top of Roan’s bed with my hands zip tied behind my back and my mouth taped with a piece of silver duct tape.  
    Roan had said that if I didn’t stop screaming while he zip tied my hands together that he was going to shut me up and apparently this was what he’d had in mind.
    I watched him, my eyes full of hatred, as he lazily brushed his teeth and unbuttoned the top button on his jeans. He wasn’t going to get undressed right here, was he?  
    “I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere,” he chuckled as he pulled a pair of pajama bottoms out of his dresser drawer and went back to the bathroom to spit out his toothpaste into the sink.  
    When he came back to the bedroom, his jeans were off and he was wearing the pajama bottoms. They fit low on his hips and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his body as he dumped his jeans into the clothes hamper.  
    His body looked different than I remembered it. I’d thought that he was in excellent shape before, but he was a machine now. He was leaner and every muscle in his back, chest, stomach and arms were hardened and defined. Black tattoos covered the right side of his back, right chest and his entire right arm in swirling tribal patterns and shapes. He looked every part the lethal killing and fighting machine that the military had trained him to be.  
    God, he was so different from the last time I’d seen him. He was dark and disreputable now. I wondered how the military had changed him in the years since he’d been away?  
    I’m sure most women found him very sexy with his handsome face, blue eyes and hard body, but not me. I only saw the heartless, cruel man who had broken me as a teenager.  
      He turned and looked at me, his eyes catching me looking at him. I quickly looked away but he didn’t say anything; he just smiled a half smile and kind of snickered as he picked up the tv remote.  
    Roan hopped up and stretched out on the bed beside me to watch tv. It reminded me of the first day that Roan and I had met, way back when I was six years old. Except that day we were sitting on the couch in the living room. I was confused and scared that day as well, just like I was now. The parallels were difficult to ignore.  
    Of course, Roan didn’t have me trussed up like a turkey when I was six but I suppose I had felt like a prisoner in my strange, new home.  
    That was the day that Roan had won me over and gained my trust, by plying me with patience and cookies. But, one thing was for sure; this time around there weren’t enough cookies in the entire world to allow Roan to regain my trust. I would never allow that to happen again.  
    There was no way.  
    I was older now and had life experiences under my belt. I was no longer a scared, little girl huddled on the couch with a pink blanket. I was now a jaded and hardened young woman who bore many emotional battle scars. I would never allow Roan to get inside my head and more importantly, my heart, and corrupt me with his lies ever again.
    I stared at him, my eyes full of anger and hurt but if he felt me glaring hatred at him, he gave no indication, he just continued to watch tv.  
    It was as if I wasn’t even there.

 
    Chapter 7
     
    ~Roan~
    I looked down, as Aspen lay sleeping on my bed, and smiled. I felt like a smiling idiot, but I was so deeply content inside. My mate and I were finally together after all these long years apart.  
    God, how I had missed her. The loneliness had been a