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the other side of the store, and would probably be gone before she came out of the restroom. I can work with this .
    Caleb pushed the door open to the ladies’ room, and shoved Cassie in. He followed her, locking the door behind him. He took the sweatshirt from her and said, “Make this quick.”
    “Okay,” Cassie replied dryly. He’d already seen her naked, so pulling her pants down in front of him wasn’t a big deal, but still...
    He actually had the decency to turn his head, as she squatted on the toilet, not realizing his false gallantry would only work in her favor.
    She focused on all the bad shit that had happened in her life, as she sat peeing. The night her dad died came to the forefront. Her mother had been calling him non-stop, he’d missed dinner, and Dad never missed dinner. He wasn’t late for much of anything in fact. Mom had flipped out, when the cops showed up to tell us that he’d been killed while somebody was trying to rob him. She screamed and cried all the way to the police station. The pristine white tile of the waiting area, and the sad looks of the passersby, were the only things she could remember of the station. The rest was just buried under the avalanche of bad that had followed.
    The familiar heat of anger rose in her, and the power came right along with it. She glanced up at her escort to make sure he was still practicing good manners. He stood, staring at a place on the wall in front of him, but was assuredly focusing his peripheral vision on her. She twisted around to flush, and when the toilet rumbled with rushing water, she snapped her cuffs apart. The movement was subtle, so as not to draw Caleb’s attention to what she’d done. As Cassie turned back around, she kept her hands together to maintain the subterfuge of being restrained. She tugged her pants over her hips, and squeezed by Caleb to the sink. As she washed her hands, she commented over her shoulder. “You know, I don’t think I want to go back to Canada.”
    He snorted, “Well, I guess it’s a good thing that isn’t your decision.”
    Cassie smiled at him through the mirror. “Oh, really?” The look on his face when she held up her freed hands was priceless.
    He went for his Taser.
    Before he could reach it, she whipped around, and caught him square in the jaw with an opened hand slap.
    The force of the blow spun him around in a neat little pirouette. His knees buckled, and he fell to the floor like a sack of potatoes.
    She smirked. Caleb was not a small man, and to have handled him like a ragdoll tickled her to no end. A sudden pulse of fear banished her humor however. She knelt down to check that he was still breathing, and that she hadn’t broken his neck. The familiar warm, sensual tingle, crept up her arm when she ran her fingers along the back of his neck. He appeared to be okay.
    A wave of relief rolled over her. She had managed to not kill anyone since that day in woodshop class, and preferred to keep it that way. She pulled her hand away from Caleb’s neck, breaking the flow of pleasure that ebbed from the contact. What the hell is that about anyway? She pressed two fingers to his cheek, and once again the current of pleasure surged through her, threatening to derail her plans of escape.
    Enough, girl! Cassie yanked her hand away. I’ve got to get the hell out of here . She rummaged through Caleb’s pockets, careful not to touch any exposed skin. She fished out the keys to the Mustang and her cuffs, and then his wallet. Once free of her authority bracelets, she stuffed the money from Caleb’s wallet into her pocket. Before making her exit, she leaned down to brush the hair out of his face. He was so hot. Why did you have to be a bounty hunter? She grinned and whispered, “It’s a good thing I enjoyed myself last night, otherwise I might have used my fist.”
    Cassie grabbed a couple of hotdogs, and a drink on her way out. No one seemed to notice that she left alone, or that there had been an