Some Like It in Handcuffs by Christine Warner Page B

broke.
    Judson’s left eyebrow cocked, his eyes flashed silver. He picked her up, tossed her over his shoulder, and strolled from the bar.
    Sunny pummeled his back all the way to the parking lot. Her ears echoed with the shouts and laughter that followed them through the bar.
    “You’re embarrassing me, put me down.”
    Judson didn’t speak. His stride never slowed as he walked to his car. He held her in place with a firm hand, unlocked the door, and tossed her onto the back seat with a solid thud.
    “Buckle up.”
    The door slammed.
    “You’re acting like you have a say in how I live my life.” She yelled.
    He looked at her as he rounded the car shaking his head.
    “Another hot shot detective is the last person that will tell me what to do.” Sunny fumed.
    He meant business, but so did she. She pulled herself up, reached for the door and flung it open. Jumping from the car she charged toward the bar. Whether he liked it or not she’d finish her shift. Damn it, she was in the middle of an investigation.
    Triumph lightened her step. She placed her hand on the door. Solid footsteps sounded behind her, panic surged through her chest as she turned the knob. Judson’s strong, lean fingers clamped over her forearm and snapped a set of steel handcuffs over her wrist. Open mouthed her gaze flipped to his face. Her lips sputtered, but she couldn’t form one syllable, let alone a whole word.
    “Okay, Wildcat, have it your way. We’ll play hardball.” He locked the other cuff around his wrist and pulled her toward him. “Let’s go.”
    She plowed into his sturdy chest. Her lips snapped shut and she glared up at him. He tugged her along the pavement toward the car she’d vacated only seconds ago.
    Her gaze danced around the packed parking lot. There were plenty of cars, but no people in sight. Sunny pulled her arm then remembered her last experience with Judson and handcuffs. She wouldn’t be going anywhere he didn’t dictate. Hopping along to keep up with his pace, she let her arm go limp. At least nobody would witness her walk of humiliation across the asphalt.

Chapter Six
    Sunny glared through the side window in the backseat, sulking all the way to her apartment. How dare Judson think he could use strong man tactics without her objection. On the other hand, his caveman attitude had excited her sending flames coursing through her body to spots she hadn’t even known could get heated.
    Even as they pulled up to her four-plex, images of his body pressed up against hers, hands moving over her skin once behind the closed doors of her apartment flashed through her mind. A warm flush spread over her skin and she did her best to concentrate on the overgrown shrub in her neighbor’s yard in an attempt to force the thoughts from her head and get her body back under control.
    She lowered her eyelids just far enough to still peek at Judson from beneath her lashes as he cut the motor and climbed from the car. What was it about him that sent her pulse out of control with anger one second and leaping with excitement the next? She’d seen and dated hot guys before. Hell, most of her brother’s friends and several of their colleagues were eye popping stud muffins, yet she never reacted to any of them this way.
    Sunny raised her chin staring straight ahead, refusing to acknowledge Judson’s presence when he opened the back door. Her libido in control, the anger bubbling inside of her rose to the surface, but she needed to prepare before confronting him.
    He should’ve realized the jeopardy he put their investigation in when he hoisted her bodily from the bar. It sent her the message he was in control. Like her family, he probably believed she was unable to handle the situation. The idea infuriated her. She agreed to work with Judson because he would be able to teach her and help her grow as an investigator, but he needed to trust her and most of all—he needed to respect her. To earn his respect meant more to her at the