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can’t
believe any shifter would leave her in that place, without at least, I don’t
know, a phone call?”
    “ Mmm … let me make some calls. Mac? It may be a good idea for you to make some.”
    Mac nodded and hung up. He knew Brett meant his F.B.I.
buddy, Daniel. Daniel was a cat, a huge, four hundred pound tiger.
    “You didn’t say,” Riley said.
    Mac handed the phone back. “Not exactly time.”
    Riley shook his head. “Of course not. I take it Brett’s going to do some digging?”
    “Yeah, and he wants me to call Daniel.”
    “Mac, do you think we should bring breakfast upstairs to
her? A bit quieter up here.”
    Mac’s bear bristled. She was his. He wanted to show her
around.
    “She’s not a bloody prisoner. I want her to feel at home.”
    They walked to the kitchen.
     
    * * * *
     
    Cassie headed for the bathroom. “It can be a bit crazy
around here, but you get used to it pretty quickly.” She chuckled and turned
the shower on, adjusting the temperature. “Now, I’ve put out all the toiletries
I think you’ll need. I’m going to grab you some spare clothes, so I’ll leave
you to get showered in peace.”
    Lisa’s mouth fell open, as Cassie turned to leave. She was
stunned. She hadn’t been allowed to shower on her own without an orderly
present in as long as she could remember. Embarrassed images came flooding
back. It was always supposed to be a woman orderly, but sometimes it hadn’t
been. Familiar anger grew, and she had to bite her lip and force her hands
down. No, she wouldn’t lose her
temper. So far, this had been the best place she had ever been, and she wouldn’t
let her anger make them send her away.
    Lisa looked in awe around the bathroom. She had never seen
such a beautiful room. Sleek, black marble countertops hugged cream shelves.
The shower stall was nearly as huge as her room back at the hospital. She
undressed quickly, keeping her face averted from the mirror. She stepped in,
and years of tension fell from her shoulders under the warm spray. She simply
stood, not moving for two full minutes while she relaxed. Warm,
safe. Nicest place on earth.
    She needed to wash her hair and studied the numerous little
bottles on the ledge. She opened a few before choosing one that smelled of
flowers and lathered her hair up carefully. When she’d finished and had wrapped
herself in a huge fluffy blue towel, there was a soft knock, and Cassie put her
head around the door.
    “I’ve got a few spare clothes with me. You should be able to
choose something from them you like until we can get you your own.”
    Lisa’s head lifted sharply. She was going to get her own
clothes?
    Cassie saw her surprise and frowned. She came into the room
to sit on a stool. “I know this is all frightening for you, and there are a lot
of things that I will let Mac explain, but try not to worry. Now, I’ll wait outside.
You shout when you’re ready, and we’ll go and get breakfast.” Cassie smiled
again and headed for the door, clearly not expecting Lisa to answer her.
    “Thank you,” she whispered.
    Blue-green eyes smiled back. “You’re very welcome. Shout for
me when you’re done.”
    Lisa sat heavily on the stool after Cassie left, her eyes
going to the pile of bright clothes. She shook her head in disbelief. When was
it all going to start going wrong? Because it always did. Sure as eggs is eggs . Smiling softly, she could hear the sound of Mrs. McAllister in her head. She’d
been a group-home mother. One of the nicer ones. She
cautiously lifted up a pink sweater and rubbed it against her face. Warm, soft. Wow, underwear. She picked up a scrap
of lace and held it to her cheek. Delicate. Probably
wouldn’t fit her. Breathing slowly, she pulled them on. Breath hitched. They
fit her fine. Then she scowled. What did it matter? They were all just taking
pity on her. Playing dress-up.
    She fingered the bras cautiously. She hadn’t worn one for a
long time and wasn’t sure how comfy they’d be, so she