CHAPTER THREE
Rebecca opened her eyes to see her bedroom filled with sunlight. What? How can that…
She lay on her back atop her bed, fully dressed, the comforter over her. She didn't even remember going into the bedroom last night.
She felt something binding her right wrist. She turned her head … and bolted straight up to a sitting position.
Richie Amalfi lay next to her, fast asleep.
Her gaze immediately dropped to her wrist, and she received another shock. Her right wrist was cuffed to his left.
Handcuffs?
He had handcuffed her to him?
How could she have let herself fall asleep with him in her apartment? Why did she allow herself to act so foolishly in his presence? What was wrong with her?
The world flashed red as pure, unharnessed fury washed over her. It was all his fault! Ho
