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constant blurring of his vision wasn’t helping. But damn if he was just going to sit there feeling sorry for himself.
    He pushed off the bed, bracing his weight against the wall just as the main doors to the barn creaked open. Wolfe stumbled forward, catching his balance against Gunner as he watched a man walk down the center of the room, carrying a brown paper bag. The guy glanced over at them, flashing them a smug grin before moving to the last stall on the opposite side—one down from theirs.
    He tossed the bag through the bars, nodding at whoever was inside. “Time to go make nice with your man. And he wants you to wear that.”
    Wolfe glanced at the other men, an eyebrow arched in question when the woman inside the cell threw the bag back at the guy.
    “If Beau likes that dress so much, Bobby, tell the bastard he can wear it, himself.”
    Hamilton sucked in an audible breath. “That’s the girl who told us to shut up this morning. And I’ll bet my ass it’s her .”
    Wolfe grinned. “Sounds like you picked one hell of a lady to fall for.”
    “I haven’t fallen for her. I just want to keep my promise.”
    “Oh, so you talked to her? Told her you’d keep her safe?”
    Ham glared at him. “Jackass.”
    “That’s what I thought. Though it sounds as if Beau isn’t going to take no this time around. And we’re still stuck in here.”
    Hamilton’s mouth pinched tight. “Not for fucking long.”
    The man went to work, doing something to the hinges while Bobby cursed.
    “Fuck, Morgan! You know this won’t end nice if you keep jerking Beau around. Hell, it’s not as if you don’t know each other. And he’s been more than patient where you’re concerned. Anyone else would have been passed around by now.”
    “Yeah, and I wouldn’t date the guy before the world ended. So go back and tell Beau zombies aren’t enough to change my mind where he’s concerned…unless he wants to go a few more rounds?”
    Bobby shook his head, pulling out a long rod from his jacket. “No pissing around tonight. I don’t want to use this, but I will if that’s what it takes.”
    “If you plan on using that stun baton on me, you’d better be damn sure you take me down because I’ll kick your ass if you don’t.”
    “Like I said. I’d rather not.” He tossed in a set of handcuffs. “Put them on.”
    “I thought you wanted me to put on the dress?”
    “Fuck the dress. Just put on the cuffs and walk to the door.”
    The eerie sound of the cuffs clicking shut sounded in the air a moment before her face appeared beyond the bars. Wolfe’s breath hitched and he had to palm the wall to stay on his feet. Fuck, she was beautiful. Long, light-brown hair tousled about her head, disappearing down behind her back. She had delicate, even features set in an oval face, her pale skin highlighting the stunning green of her eyes. Even twenty feet away he could see the green tinge and the way they darkened in anger as she sneered at the guy. Her pink, full lips pursed into a pout as she met the guy’s stare head on.
    “There’s no way I’ll ever give myself to Beau. You know that.”
    “And there’s no way he’ll ever let you go. Not now that he’s finally captured you.” Bobby opened the door. “He’s not that bad, and if you just stop fighting, he’ll show you a good time. All the other ladies seem to like him the best.”
    Morgan’s expression firmed. “They can have him.”
    Her muscles twitched, and Wolfe knew she’d made a huge mistake. Even Bobby noticed her drop her shoulder, striking her with the baton before she could launch her attack. A gut-wrenching cry lit the air as her body convulsed, the crackle of electricity finally drowning out the sound. She fell onto her hands and knees, head bent low, body still spasming.
    Bobby knelt beside her. “I told you there wasn’t any way to get out of it this time. You’re Beau’s girl. End of story.”
    “Fuc…ou…”
    There was no mistaking the pain in her