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free.”
    “Better than selling your body, eh?”
    “Shit. I was with a guy who used to give me molly for a blowjob.” The girl sounded nonchalant. “It was worth it.”
    “I’d love to give Greyson a blowjob Or even fucking David. He’s hot.”
    “I heard Elizabeth was fucking Frank. I’d do him.”
    “He’s not hot.”
    “He’s al l right.” The girl laughed. “Okay, don’t hate me. But I fucked David last night.”
    “You bitch ! You did not!”
    “Well, he came to my room and —”
    I sat there still as a stone waiting to hear more, but someone else walked into the room.
    “You okay, girls?” Patsy’s voice vibrated in the room.
    “Yes ,” one of the girls said. This time her voice was not as loud or excited.
    “Then I suggest you go back to the test rooms.”
    “Yes, ma’am.”
    “Also, please give me the package in your pocket.”
    “What?”
    “I know you took something from the room. Please hand it to me.” Patsy’s voice was firm.
    “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
    “The package.”
    “Here you go.” The girl huffed. “I didn’t even know what it was.”
    “Get to your next test rooms , please.”
    I sat in the stall and waited until I was pretty confident that they had all left. I exited slowly after storing the diary back in the top of the toilet. I walked to my next test room quickly . My mind was spinning again. I felt like every time I thought I had a new lead, something else cropped up to make me doubt what I thought I knew.
    I walked into my next room with my thoughts in a whirl. I didn’t even look to see what the new room contained since I was so caught up in the hurricane that was twirling around in me.
    “Hi, Meg.” His voice was soft and unexpected.
    “Greyson.” I looked up at him in surprise, not able to stop the acceleration of my heart. “What are you doing here?”
    “I figured you missed me or something.”
    “I saw you this morning.” I knew my words sounded shaky.
    “Maybe I missed you.” He shrugged as he eyes sought out mine.
    “Yeah, right.” I rolled my eyes. “What do you really want?”
    “A kiss.” He walked toward me with the confidence of a man who knew he could have any woman he wanted.
    I stared at his face clinically, trying to understand why this man made me lose my mind. It wasn’t like I hadn’t seen handsome men before. Granted, I’d never dated or made love to a man whose blue eyes had sent shivers down my spine like his did. I’d never seen a man whose jaw had quite that angle and whose golden locks felt soft and silky to the touch. I’d never been touched by a man whose fingers were rough and gentle at the same time. I’d never tasted a man whose very essence reminded me of manna from heaven.
    “That’s it?” I swallowed as he stopped in front of me.
    “Unless you want more?” His eyes sparkled at me, and I could see a question in them that had nothing to do with him kissing me.
    “What if I want less?”
    “It’d be hard to want less than I have to give.” The smile left his face, but he continued his impenetrable gaze into my eyes.
    “You’d be surprised.”
    “Why didn’t you leave with Katie and Brandon?”
    “Why did you let me stay?”
    “You shouldn’t be here, you know.”
    “Why?”
    “You’ll be the undoing of me.” He grimaced.
    “Scared you’ll go to jail ?”
    “No.”
    “Really? I would be if I were you.”
    “I’m not scared of jail.” He shrugged. “There are worse demons in my mind.”
    “Oh.” I frowned. “What made you the man you are, Greyson?”
    “My dad kept a woman in the basement.”
    “What?” I whispered and looked up at him in shock. “Are you joking?”
    He continued talking as if he hadn’t heard me. “She was like his sex slave. He would go down every night and do things with her. I didn’t know at first. I thought he was grieving, like I was. But one night, I heard noises , so I went to investigate and I saw him fucking her.”
    “Oh