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closet and pulled down some sheets tossing them to her. “Here ya go.” And he left her to grab another beer and watch the game.
    He heard her mumbling something under her breath. Hell, she wanted them changed, so she could do it herself. He wasn’t her maid. He said he would help her, but that didn’t mean he had to wait on her hand and foot. The only reason he was really doing it was because of Johnny. Sure the shit was fucked up, but it didn’t affect him, and he didn’t give a rat’s ass about the company.
    The sound of his door shutting to his room told him she didn’t want to be bothered, which was fine with him. He had a pillow and a small throw on the couch. Granted it wasn’t the most comfortable thing, but it was something. After drinking the rest of his beer, he had to take a leak. Standing, he stretched and went to the bathroom. After finishing his business, he spotted her in the kitchen. She had changed into some weird looking sweatpants and another oversized shirt. It made him wonder if she knew how to dress normal.
    “Got everything you need?” he asked.
    “Yes, I’m fine, thank you.”
    “Good. Well, I’m watching the game a little more then I’m turning in.”
    “Okay, I’m going to sleep now, if that’s okay,” she said quietly.
    “Yup.” He grabbed the carton of milk and took a drink.
    “Are you kidding me?” He stopped and looked at her.
    “What?” Okay, he was confused.
    “You drink from the container?”
    “Yeah, my milk, remember?”
    “I guess I will have to buy some later, or just drink water.”
    “Tough, kitten. Again, my house, my rules. But I’ll try to remember next time.” He felt a little bad about what he did, but shit, he wasn’t used to having people in his place. Hell, when he did get laid, he went to their place, less traffic for him.
    “Whatever.” And she stomped away. Shrugging his shoulders, he went back to the couch.
    *****
    Faith was on the verge of breaking. She was sad about John, frustrated about the situation, and angry at being stuck with a Neanderthal, who had the manners of a housefly. Damn, she hated this. Right now, she wanted nothing more than to climb into a hot bubble bath and soak away the world with a book, a glass of wine, and chocolate.
    She climbed into the bed she had to make herself because the ass wouldn’t help her. That, in itself, annoyed the hell out of her. She grabbed the laptop she’d brought with her. He didn’t have a secure network, so Faith made sure to avoid anything that could track her whereabouts. Opening the smaller files, she tried to figure out who to trust and give the information to. But first, she wanted to know how John died. She’d meant to ask Razor, but she had a feeling he would find a way not to answer her question, or he wouldn’t know what happened. He did say John had been killed, but what had they labeled it as? Did they expect him to have a funeral?
    So many questions ran through her head that she started to get dizzy. She never had enough answers. She needed to find a secure network tomorrow and try to gather more details. Then she could figure out who to go to and how to keep herself safe. She didn’t know what John was thinking having her go to his brother. He didn’t seem to know anything, and sure as heck didn’t know John very well.
    Looking at some different sites, she never pulled up her email. Shit, that made her wonder what she was going to do about work now. She’d dumped her phone, and if she called in sick, she would need a good reason. Huh, maybe she could use a payphone, if she could find one, to call in sick. But then again, she couldn’t work for the company anymore. Not when they were doing what they were doing. For once in her life, Faith had no clue what she was going to do.
    Closing her computer, she laid down pulling the covers up and over her. Doing her best, she closed her eyes. When she woke next, it felt like it had been hours, but in reality, it was still dark