“All right. Fine. You win. I don’t want to be in danger. You can lock me in a closet. I surrender,” she muttered. Nick tugged the towel off her face and gave her the full Santiago dimple charm. “Too late for that. We’ve already established that closets aren’t safe. So until we have a cool sex room accessible only via retinal scanner, you’re in danger boot camp.” “What did you do to Riley?” Weber asked, peering down at her. “I made her get out of bed,” Nick said and hauled her to her feet.
