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chin with his finger.
    Was that worry in his voice?
    “No.” She reverently shook her head. “I wouldn’t leave Morgan. That was a call about an audition to be an amateur chef on a local cable show.”
    “Who’s Nathan?”
    “He’s one of the producers of the show.” She waved him off.
    “He couldn’t have his secretary notify you?” Tyler narrowed his eyes.
    She shrugged. “We hit it off when I submitted my application. He just wanted me to know he’s in my corner.”
    “Or maybe he just wants to get you cornered.”
    “What are you going to do? Go attack him in his yoga class? I can take care of myself, Tyler Blake. And now that you have a racing career, you won’t have time to go around threatening every man within breathing distance of me.”
    “I’ll make time.”
    “As if you care. You don’t want me, but you just don’t want anyone else to have me either.”
    That shut him up. When he didn’t reply after a few minutes she continued the conversation. “I have three days to make the perfect audition video. So you’re in for a treat. But that also means I need to go out for supplies. You be a good boy until I get back.” Michelle grabbed her purse and the car rental keys on the hall table and scooted out the door. Phase two would have to wait.
     
     
     
    “Don’t worry about me!” Tyler yelled after her. He couldn’t believe this was happening. Sure, he’d fantasized about him and Michelle in a bondage fantasy, but this was crazy. He looked around the living room for something to help him out of the cuffs. He checked the chain, but it was screwed directly into the underside of the couch, and it wasn’t budging. He’d pocketed his cell phone on the plane but a quick feel around his body came up empty. Perhaps it was in his leather duffle bag that was near the door. He got up and went towards it, but the chain stopped him a few inches short of reaching the bag. He threw pillows, his belt with a heavy metal buckle, and a boot but couldn’t drag the bag any closer. Finally, he combined the boot and the belt and bingo! He caught the duffle bag by a handle and dragged it into reach.
    As soon as he unzipped it, he saw the cell phone and breathed a sigh of relief. Surely, one his brothers would help him out of this mess.
    He dialed Tate, who picked up on the third ring.
    “Tate!” Tyler yelled.
    “Tyler, what do you want?” Tate mumbled.
    “Hi, Tyler,” Isabelle called in the background and giggled.
    From all the giggling and groaning going on, it was clear he’d interrupted something. But Tate’s libido would have to wait.
    “Listen to me, I’ve been abducted.”
    “Oh really?”
    “Yes, really. I need you to come help me get out of here, or call the police or something.”
    “Abducted by who? Do you know where you are?”
    “I’m in Colorado at Seth’s house. Michelle has me handcuffed to a couch.”
    Tate howled. “I’d hardly call that an abduction, Ty. I just got back from Nashville and I haven’t seen my woman in five days. Call me back when you’re being held at knife point by a deranged fan who thinks you’ve been singing to them personally since your first album.”
    “That happened to you?” Tyler asked.
    “I’ll tell you about it another time.” Tate disconnected the call.
    Tyler sighed. He’d try Channing. He was the smart, level-headed one. He hit the button.
    “Hey, Tyler.”
    “Hey, baby brother. I’m in a jam and I need your help.”
    “You’re always in a jam, that’s why I went to law school. Now is not a good time. I’m on a date.” Channing said in a low voice.
    “You on a date? With Emma?”
    “No, not with Emma.”
    “You old dog. Who’s the new lady?”
    “Cassidy Shaw.”
    Tyler let out a big, exaggerated sigh. Channing had had a crush on this girl since the first day of law school. It was almost painful to watch his baby brother’s attempts to help me get next to her.
    “That’s not a real date.”
    “It’s a work in