Lucy was glad she hadn't wasted her money on the fuzzy handcuffs. Mack had two sets of his own handcuffs, though neither were fuzzy. She guessed the bond jumpers and cops would probably laugh at him if he cuffed the perps with fuzzy pink handcuffs.

She was laying belly down, her arms stretched over head, her wrists handcuffed to the headboard. He'd propped her hips up with a couple of pillows. She was already dripping with excitement, knowing this could only end happily. ...