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released my hand, her body relaxing.
"That's a relief."
    "Don't I know it." The man went through a
yellow light and hit the accelerator again, barely making it
through the next.
    "Mind slowing down?" I asked.
    The man's answer was to turn up the music.
Just our luck. Britney Spears's "Womanizer" started playing in the
background and, of course, our insane driver knew every damn
word.
    Ten minutes later, we arrived at the airport.
I wasn't really sure why I was there other than to help Beth get
her crap out of the car. I was officially taking back every thought
about one-night stands I'd ever had. No one-night stand should end
with your friend's grandmother showing up in a catsuit. Not unless
you're high on some sort of illegal substance, which I was
ninety-nine percent sure I wasn't.
    There was always that one percent, especially
when Grandma Nadine was involved.
    "Well," I handed Beth her bag, "it was
fun."
    As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I
expected to be slapped.
    Beth's eyebrows arched.
    I tried again. "I mean, last night. The
cookies, the uh, exercise…" Oh God, I was making it worse.
"And — "
    "Just stop." Beth held up her hand. "And
thanks for the reminder that I consumed that many calories in your
presence then promptly puked in my shoe."
    Concern punched me in the gut. "You
puked?"
    "Not the point," Beth said through clenched
teeth. "Just give me my bag, and I'll be on my way. Thanks for the
best night of my life."
    "Really?" I felt my face light up.
    "You're such a guy. And I was being
sarcastic, Mr. Senator."
    I scowled." You can call me by my name."
    "Gee, how noble of you, Mr. Senator . I
appreciate it. Really. Now if you don't mind, I'm going to go back
home and try to forget about the catsuit, reporters, cookies,
and — "
    "Me?" For some reason it was irritating. She
was running away. What the hell? Did she remember me at all?
Remember the kiss we'd shared? The dance? Anything? It was a damn
good kiss, and why in the hell was I obsessing over it now of all
times? What was with her? And what the hell was wrong with me? Holy
shit, I was going to have a panic attack. I gaped at Beth,
expecting her to say something like, "Oh hey, remember that one
time you stuck your tongue down my throat? I still dream about it.
Want to have my babies?" Okay, so maybe that was a bit
farfetched, but for shit's sake! I'd obsessed over her for years! I
was hospitalized even! The least she could do is acknowledge that
there was a past between us. That's it. Maybe even a head nod or a
blink. Wait! She was blinking, and her eyes seemed to narrow. She
did remember!
    "See ya on the other side!" the insane driver
called, throwing my bag at my face before I could protest.
    With that he drove off.
    Leaving Beth and me staring after him with
confusion, and me wondering if Beth was going to talk about the
giant-ass elephant in the room.
    I was just about to open my mouth and speak,
when I heard the daunting click-clack of heels hitting pavement.
I'd come to recognize that sound as any normal animal on the food
chain would when trying to protect itself from a predator.
    I closed my eyes and waited for the footsteps
to near.
    When they got louder, I prayed. I finally
understood what prayer was for. It was to ward off Grandmas in
catsuits who thought they could rap. It was to save my soul from
being possessed by her equally insane whorish grandson, and it was
to keep myself from being caught up in the Titus family saga.
    For some reason.
    Even though I knew I wasn't Grandma Nadine's
family.
    Dread filled me to my core, suspicion turned
into paranoia. I felt it in my body, in my very bones, in my soul
if that was possible… I was her next target.
    And it wasn't going to end well.

Chapter Five
     
    "Where is he?" The FBI agent sighed heavily.
"Just tell us where he is."
    Grandma grinned. "I imagine he could be in a
great many places."
    "Location, ma'am."
    "Your ass."
    He spit out his coffee again.
    Ah, this was turning into a