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was good. The smile was forced, but it wasn’t plastic enough to tip off the guys. Her shoulders were just a little too straight. They were subtle things, ones I didn’t think that anyone else would notice about her. But I’d had time to get to know her mannerisms. Whether she realized it or not, six months was a long time to be with someone, even in a casual way.
    She sat down across from me, though she didn’t look happy about that. I got the feeling she was trying to distance herself again. It was her M.O. these days, especially after the last conversation we’d had. Even if she was uncomfortable with me, she didn’t really show it to anyone else. She smiled, made small talk, took the team’s jokes in stride. She looked comfortable to the public eye. For me, it was too practiced, too comfortable. She had a plan she didn’t want us to know about. Or, maybe, it was just me she didn’t want to tip off. She definitely didn’t like that I was going to be her travel buddy. When she excused herself from the table to use the restroom, I let her vanish from the room, and then I followed.
    She slipped into the restroom. I gave her five seconds and opened the door.
    And caught her trying to climb out the tiny bathroom window.
    ~*~*~
    Cadence
    A strong arm wrapped around my waist and then I was moving backward. Dylan pushed me up against the shower wall, just below where the window was. We stood, inches from each other, inside the bathtub. Before I could speak, he just kissed me so hard every single thought in my brain liquefied and leaked out my ears.
    My fingers dug into his shoulders while he held me in place. His warmth enveloped me, his hands roaming over my ass. We broke apart, both of us gasping for breath.
    “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I whispered harshly.
    “Stopping you from skipping out on me.”
    “You could have just said ‘stop’, you know.”
    “Would you have listened?” He had a point there.
    “I don’t want you with me,” I told him. “What I’m doing is dangerous. You’ll get yourself killed.”
    “That’s my choice. You are my choice.”
    What the hell did that mean? I shook my head. “No. I’m your assignment.”
    “Oh, really?” He grabbed my wrist and put my palm over his crotch. I resisted the sharp inhale that threatened to come up when I felt the hard length of his cock inside his pants. “Does that feel assigned to you? When are you going to get it through that thick skull that people might actually care about you?”
    “Stop it,” I told him, yanking my hand back. He surprisingly stepped back, but not far. If I tried to go out the window again, he’d have me pretty quickly. “We can’t do this, Bambi.”
    “My name is Dylan.” The words were growled, and they made it seem like his body was crowding me, though he hadn’t moved at all. “Why is that so hard for you?”
    “Because you’re still the wide-eyed baby that came to this team three years ago.”
    “A baby that has fucked you six ways from Sunday,” he hissed in my ear. I shuddered, which only encouraged him. His lips took hold of my ear, his cheek against mine, and he sucked the lobe into his mouth. He pressed against me, his hard bulge against my pelvis. My hands were on his biceps, like I was going to push him away, but they weren’t moving. I couldn’t make myself do it. I couldn’t push him away. I liked the way he made me feel. I liked that he made me feel.
    One of his hands rolled my jacket zipper down while his hot mouth made the skin on my neck sizzle. My head rolled back, giving him more access to my throat, which he fully took advantage of.
    “I’m not Bambi, baby. Say it.”
    “I’m not ‘baby’.” I ground out.
    His hand trailed over my shoulder holster to my shoulders so he could slide off my jacket. Then his hands were over my breasts, squeezing, caressing. He pinched my nipples over my clothes and twisted in that way he knew that I loved. A low moan came out of my