10
LACEY
Colt wrapped an arm about my waist, picked me up and carried me over to the porch railing, bending me over it. He knelt on the plank floor and tugged on the rope, ensuring the lasso was still about my waist, but the rest of the rope he took and tied off on the bottom rail. Not only were my arms pinned at my sides, but I was now very securely tied to the railing.
Micah had stepped down from the porch and came to stand in front of me. He only had to bend at the waist a little so we were eye-to-eye. “Not too tight?” he asked.
I shook my head.
“Can you wiggle your fingers?”
I tried and I could. They weren’t numb. Colt tucked his beneath the edge of the rope about my waist, my wrists, checking it.
“Okay, sugar?” he asked. He’d stood and leaned over me. I felt the heat of his che
