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"Crap," she muttered as she carefully slid to her feet, then stood and steadied herself "Crap, crap, crap"

"Liz," he began

She held up a hand to stop him "Don’t," she ordered as she pulled down her skirt Her panties were so for them "Just don’t This was really stupid On the stupid scale, it gets a ten"

He pulled up his boxers and jeans "It’s not like I planned this It was just one of those things"

Typical lass It was a whole lot more than that It was trouble NoShe’d given in when she’d ?" she demanded "Don’t you ever use a condom?"

He stiffened

She sucked in a breath "I’ since high school? This was a huge mistake It never happened Am I clear? Never"

"You can’t pretend it away"

"Watch me," she declared as she made her way to the front door

Her purse here she’d left it, on the s briskly to the sidewalk, ignoring the slightly squishy feeling that was the lingering proof of what they’d just done

Ethan didn’t corateful By the end of the block, she illing to adht have overreacted By the second block, she knew the person she was really angry as herself, not hiot home, she didn’t feel any better about what had happened and she didn’t have a clue how she was ever going to face hiain had been dead wrong, she thought as she clirown up You could and being there was nothing but a disaster

CHAPTER SEVEN

PASSING THROUGH A METAL detector, then being patted down before going into prison had a way of putting one’s life in perspective, Liz thought the next uard searched her purse When she’d been cleared to proceed, she followed yet another guard into a small roo out onto a courtyard

Since it wasn’t a regular visiting day or a nor room, they would have an element of privacy She pulled out a metal chair and sat down The room was cool and despite the sh that could havethan herherself she’d acted irresponsibly and iht Nor did the waves of sense h her from time to time Physical reminders of thethey needed were more complications, but here they were And she had no one to bla in a deep breath, she pushed the memories and recriminations to the back of her mind She would beat herself up soht now she had to concentrate on seeing her brother for the first tihteen years

As if on cue, the door--opposite the one she’d used--opened and a ray hair and weary green eyes She knew Roy was in his forties, but he could have easily passed for a man in his sixties For a second he stared, confused, then he sreeted as he approached "They said I had a visitor I couldn’t figure out who It’s not the regular day and no one co, Liz?"

"Hi, Roy It’s been a long ti, leaving her in the hands of an indifferent parent Still a child She’d grown up a lot that su out one of the chairs and sitting down "I’ve read your books You’re famous now, aren’t you?"