Cinderella's Desert Baby Bombshell by Lynne Graham, Louise Fuller

“Look, I’ve already called the police,” Frankie lied, “so if I were you, I’d just leave.”

“You would?” Arlo’s cool dark gaze made breathing a challenge. “But things are just starting to get interesting.” She tugged the quilt more tightly around her body as he looked down at her. “In fact, you should probably give the police a call back. Ask them to bring a ball. Then we could actually make use of that bat you’re waving around so enthusiastically.”

What?

Frankie looked at him in confusion.

She could count the number of conversations she’d had with burglars on one finger, but surely this wasn’t how they were supposed to go.

“Do you think this is funny?” she snapped.

“No, I don’t.” His gaze bored into her. “Do you?”

“Of course not—”

“In that case—” he paused, his eyes narrowing on her face with such a mixture of exasperation and hostility that she had to look away “—do you think it would be too much trouble to tell me exactly what you’re doing in my bed?”