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everything, Sam.”
    “No problem. If you need anything just give me a call.”
    Michelle thanked her again and walked her out. If Tyler was going to wake in an hour, she wanted to soften the blow with a good meal. She placed the handcuff on his wrist then tied the other one to chain that was affixed to the leg of the couch. She hoped grilled cheese and tomato soup would soften the whole kidnapping thing. Teri-Lyn had told her it was one of his favorite lunches.
    Now that he was here and passed out in the next room, it was time for phase two of her plan. If only she had one.
    Her cell phone pinged. It was a text message from Nina wishing her good luck. Michelle’s fingers flew over the keys, letting her friend know all was well for the moment. She went into the spacious kitchen and put the finishing touches on the homemade tomato soup she’d prepared earlier. She was pleased with the results, so she fired up her laptop and posted the recipe on her food blog. A half hour later she was ready to grill the assembled sandwiches when the trouble started.
    “What the hell!” She heard from the living room.
    It was time to come up with a phase two.
     
    * * *
     
     
    Tyler thought he was in a kinky dream until he tried to get up. A pair of very real handcuffs attached him to a long chain that was connected to the couch. The last thing he remembered, was talking to Sam. He looked around the room to get some sense of where he was. The surroundings were very familiar. A picture of Morgan, Seth and the boys sat on the side table. The décor was more rugged, a faux bearskin rug lay in front of the gray stone fire place. There was a chocolate leather couch and love seat, not practical for everyday wear and tear of three kids. He could see a cluster of evergreen trees out the window and what seemed to be J.J.’s house in the distance. He was at Seth’s house in Colorado.
    It was nice to know he was in familiar place, but what the hell was he doing there?
    He screamed for a few more minutes, then it all became clear when Michelle, looking ravishing in a pair of snug fitting jeans and a gray cardigan sweater, appeared in the doorway.
    “You’re awake.” Michelle nervously tugged at her ponytail. “Would you like something to eat? You must be starving.”
    “What the hell is going on? Why I am in Colorado chained to Seth’s couch instead of in New York doing my interview with Sports Now?” He yanked on the chain that was attached to the underside of the couch.
    Michelle wiped her palms on her jeans and tried to smile. “About that. The interview has been re-scheduled for next week. In the meantime we get to settle some business, Tyler Blake.”
    “Rescheduled? What gives you the right to do that?”
    “Well for starters, you kissing that racing tart on national television. And—-”
    Tyler moved so quickly Michelle didn’t have time to move from the door frame. Kissing her seemed like a better idea than rehashing that kiss from the groupie. He covered her mouth with his until she finally ran out of words. He’d missed that sassy full, lip-gloss covered mouth that always seemed to taste like bubble gum. He cupped her ass and lifted her up into the air, pressing her against the wide door frame leading from the living room into the dining room and brought her flush against him.
    She kissed him back like she missed him too, running her fingers roughly through his hair and tilting his head a little when he thrust his tongue into her mouth, deepening the kiss. Ten minutes later they came up for air.
    “Why didn’t you come to see me race?” he whispered.
    “No self-respecting woman accepts last minute invitations.” She pushed him off her and moved out of his reach towards the kitchen. “Lunch will be ready in a few minutes. And I’m still mad at you.”
    “Where’s the key to the handcuffs?”.
    Michelle lifted up a key she had on a gold chain. “Safe and sound.”
    “Can you unchain me?”
    “No. The minute I unhook