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her turn to look smug, damn her.
    Time for Plan B, and damn he hated doing this, but he wasn't about to lose whatever tentative grip he had on her. "What if I told you I knew your secret?"
    She turned white in the blink of an eye but didn't go so far as to sway on her feet or anything overtly girly, and she recovered quickly. "I don't know what the hell you're talking about."
    Wynn couldn't afford to spook her to the point that she ran. He moved closer until he could smell her sweat mixed with the scent of fresh cut grass. He plucked a piece of grass from her cheek and rolled it between his fingers before dropping it. "My first night in Cielo, it was too quiet and I couldn't sleep, so I went for a drive."
    Her cheeks turned pink, and her eyes sparkled with something. Anger probably, or embarrassment. Pale and flushed wasn't the best look for her. 
    "I saw you looking in that window—" he nodded thoughtfully—"I know what you were doing. I guess the question is, why? Watching porn would be so much less risky." His smile was meant to soothe, but he didn't think it worked too well on Bonnie. She was definitely on the defensive, and he got the feeling she preferred the offensive .
    "Maybe I'm just a pervert. You always wander around strange towns in the middle of the night?"
    "It wasn't even ten o'clock, and like I said, I couldn't sleep. So how long have you been watching them?"
    "Who?" she asked, frowning. The pulse at the base of her throat was going wild.
    "Whoever you were watching...how long?" he prompted.
    "I have to get back to work." She flung the door open, ushering him out with an angry wave of her hand.
    He followed at a much slower pace. "Maybe we can finish this discussion over dinner?"
    "I don't cook."
    She was lying again. He knew for a fact she used to be quite the gourmet cook. "I'll cook," he offered.
    "I don't recall seeing any pots and pans hidden away in your hotel room."
    Shrugging, he shoved his hands in his pockets and stepped out into the stifling heat before turning and giving her cleavage one last appreciative glance. "My place, six o'clock, and don't be late."

Chapter Seven
    Fucking pictures!
    I'd made the mistake of believing I was safe out here in the middle of nowhere. I'd relaxed my guard more than I realized. Thought a few more days wouldn't matter.
    If Wynn had gone digging, he could have found my other identities and my cash stash, carefully concealed behind some Sheetrock in the bedroom closet. Obviously he didn't want me dead, but I didn't intend to stick around and find out what he did want.
    As soon as Wynn was gone, I headed for the bedroom closet, yanked out my suitcases, and threw one on the bed. The other I carted into the living room and threw open on the couch.
    Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I couldn't take the pictures with me this time. Not one.
    Clyde's meow reminded me that I couldn't even take him. He'd be a dead giveaway to whoever came in Wynn's place. I guess I could leave a note, giving him to Wynn since they were such bosom buddies now. I jumped at a knock on the door, then forced myself to relax at the sound of Tony's voice. Opening the door, I acted as normal as possible despite my anger and shaking knees.            
    "I got the new linoleum for 5-B."
    Sagging against the door, I pinched the bridge of my nose in frustration. "I'll be there in a minute."
    "Everything okay?" He peered around my shoulder, his eyes widening at the sight of my suitcase, then focused his attention back on me.
    "Yeah." We stared at each other for a few heartbeats, looks full of silent understanding. I didn't know Tony's story and he didn't know mine. Some things didn't need to be explained.
    "Going somewhere?"
    "Yeah." I opened the door and ushered him in, something I'd never done. "Probably."
    "Anything I can do to help?"
    I scrubbed at the back of my head in frustration. "Um. Fuck! I can't explain. I just have to leave."
    "I understand."
    I'm sure he did.
    "Store my stuff...like you would