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She grabbed the duffle off the top of his dresser, ignoring the tug of the extra twenty pounds on one side, and hustled toward the bathroom and the door she could lock shut between them

"Not to mention half a million dollars and a bunch of fake IDs"

She jerked to a stop and whirled around to face hi satisfied look on his face just torqued up her annoyance "You went through ?"

"Three in theand I are old friends"

"What, is that when you think about hoesoust in her voice to make each word transform into a slap across his square jaw

His eyes darkened to al at so stare that said tooat all Whatever haunted Isaac at 3 in theaway at him one chunk at a ti he was trained to do and left no stone unturned and no duffle unopened when it ca her safe

Tamara Post, you are a royal bitch

Ad this wouldn't help No one knew better than she did that so, she did what she always hoped others would do when her facade cracked She pretended it hadn't happened

"What, am I a prisoner?" Her tone didn't have the bitter heat the question required "Do you want to watch me shower next?"

His attention snapped back to her and, in a heartbeat, the torone from his eyes "No, and yes, but for totally different reasons than you're insinuating" He drew out the Texas drawl, no doubt because

he knew exactly what it did to her equilibrium

Maybe it was nerves Maybe it was because of the way he looked at her Maybe it was because it was hard to stay annoyed with a irls in the state Whatever it was, the giggles escaped before she had a chance to squash them For his part, Isaac put his hands behind his head and leaned back against the pillows, a sexy grin playing at the corners of his mouth

Her shoulders relaxed as the tension ebbed frooodbye, but I do need to get sos in place just in case"

"Always a plan B, huh?"

"C, D, and E too" And wasn't that the truth