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A shadow moved into the bedroom. . . .
She waited a beat too long deciding whether to follow him out the window or backtrack to the glass door. She turned toward the door just as he came across the bed. He pulled her backward, flipping her under him as they landed hard on the bed.
"I like a woman who's active in bed, but you really push things to the limit," Logan said, imprisoning her wrists with his hands.
"Go to hell," Scottie said.
She didn't fight him but he didn't for a second believe she'd accepted defeat.
"You're just mad because I'm on top this time."
"Don't get used to it," she shot back.
He grinned. "Hey, I'm a sensitive guy. I let the woman be in control. Occasionally."
"What's the matter, Detective Princess, you don't like giving up control?" He pressed his lips close to her ear. "No matter what women say, they like being pulled beneath a nice hard body. . . ."