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of water. “I’m coming,” she muttered, shutting off the water and wiping her mouth on a towel, hating the metallic jingle of the cuffs as she moved.
    He stood waiting when she yanked the door open, his arms crossed over the clean white T-shirt stretched across his chest. “Do I need to cuff you to me again?”
    “Absolutely not.” She folded her own arms, wishing she’d had time to change her clothes too. The ones she’d slept in still had blood smears from when she’d stabbed him last night. Her gaze strayed to his arm, narrowing when she realized there were no bandages left, nor any marks from her dagger. She looked up, irritated by the hint of a smug smile crinkling the corners of his eyes. “What?”
    “I’m a fast healer.” He caught her wrist. “Let’s go. Are you hungry?”
    She opened her mouth to say no, then stopped. She had knives in the kitchen. Hell, a fork would work as a weapon. “Yes, starving,” she said instead.
    He shot her a quick glance as they went down the stairs, but didn’t say anything.
    Andi worked to keep a smile from her lips until she got into the kitchen and saw her wooden knife block was nowhere in sight. Okay, no cooking knives. He had warned her he’d put away any potential weapons. She inhaled slowly. That was okay. A paring knife could also be used to do physical damage. If she had to, she could gouge his eye out with a spoon.
    She tried not to think about that one too much. Instead, she turned to the refrigerator and tugged the door open. Scrambled eggs would require at least a fork.
    Except she didn’t have any eggs in the house.
    Dammit .
    Toast. Toast needed butter, and butter required a knife.
    She pulled the cinnamon raisin bread off the second shelf, grabbed the tub of butter, and shut the door.
    Kallan stood watching her, still looking faintly amused.
    Well, they’d see who was smiling in a few minutes.
    She started the toaster and leaned against the counter, her irritation growing as he simply stood there, watching her in silence. As if he knew something she didn’t. And she had the terrible feeling he might.
    When her toast popped up, she pulled open the drawer that held her silverware. But the usual rattle of flatware was much quieter than usual. Not even a spoon lay in the tray, the sections for the knives and forks empty too.
    She shot him a glare. “How am I going to butter my toast?”
    “I could do it for you, but then you’d know where the silverware is. I guess you’re having dry toast this morning.” His smile widened.
    She punched at him before she realized she meant to, but he caught her fist in his. The swinging handcuff crashed into his wrist, though, making him wince faintly.
    “That wasn’t very nice,” he said, using his free hand to reattach the dangling cuff to his own wrist. “I guess you want to be my sidekick again.”
    “Bastard.” She slapped her free hand at him and found herself pressed close to him, both her arms behind her.
    “Andrea, we have to work together for a little while, and that will prove difficult if you insist on assaulting me.”
    She forced a short laugh, trying to ignore the way he felt against her, as if last night were repeating. “Right. Because you killing me isn’t going to put a damper on our relationship at all, right?”
    His eyes darkened with anger. “Maybe I need to find a gag too.” His fingers bit into her wrist.
    Andi felt a tendril of fear slither down her spine.
    He released her suddenly, and she would have lost her balance if she hadn’t been cuffed to him. “Eat your toast, Andrea. We have work to do.”
    She rubbed her free wrist for a moment before taking her bread out of the toaster. She’d have a bruise on her arm. Better bruised, she mused, than dead. “Screw you.”
    “Tried that, didn’t you?”
    She sucked in a sharp breath, going still as unexpected pain lanced at her middle. “I think it was the other way around, wasn’t it?” she asked after a moment, looking up