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"I was about to make some Hot Pockets," I say from the kitchen, drawing her attention in my direction. "Want some?"

"Smooth," Heathen mutters with a laugh before walking away. He stops in front of Morgan. "You good? I'll let Kaylee know you're back."

"Okay," she says.

"Give her about an hour," he says, looking down at the bowl of strawberries and a bottle of champagne in his hands. "Maybe two hours."

Her smile is wide as she watches him walk away, also taking the stairs two at a time like Twisted did, but for an entirely different reason.

"Wonder what they're going to be doing," she says under her breath as she crosses the room in my direction.

"I'll get with you later to coordinate your travel to work tomorrow," Bandera says before disappearing, leaving the two of us alone in the kitchen.

"Did you get enough clothes?" I ask as she steps up to the counter opposite of me.

"Probably not, but I just couldn't stand to be there any longer." She lifts her body, taking a seat on one of the breakfast barstools. "Do you think Henry put up hidden cameras in my house?"

"It's possible," I answer honestly, hating the way the goosebumps runs down her arms. "He's quick to use any sort of technology to further his plans."

"And we still don't know what his plans are?"

I shake my head. "Other than to get on my nerves? I don't know."

"How many of those are you going to eat?" she asks, making me look down and notice I've unwrapped four Hot Pockets from the multi-count box.

"Shit," I mutter before looking up. "Sorry."

"Do you think I'm some innocent woman who would get offended with a cuss word?"

"Just trying to be respectful," I say, pointing down at the opened food. "Want some?"

Her nose scrunches.

"It's just cheese and pepperoni."

"Is it real cheese?"

I grab the box and look at the ingredient list before shrugging. "No clue."

Her laughter swarms around me much the same way it did last night, and it has no less of an effect than it did twelve hours ago.

"I've never had one," she confesses.

"How is that even possible? You went to the University of Las Vegas. It's a college student's rite of passage to eat all sorts of microwavable foods."

I freeze when her right eyebrow lifts, and I know it's because I just slipped, disclosing that I know more information about her than she has told me herself.

"Your research didn't tell you about my meal plan?"

I roll my lips between my teeth to keep from smiling when she grins at me. I don't even know how to act right now. She could easily be mad about what I know about her, but I'm not getting that vibe.

"I do know about your meal plan," I confess, watching her face to gauge her response, but she simply smiles wider and shakes her head. "How does someone eat so much salad?"

Her mouth drops open. "What else do you know about me?"

"I wonder why, after losing and having to replace the copy ofJane Eyreyou borrowed from the library twice, you didn't buy your own copy. It would've prevented you from having to purchase it the third time after losing it once again."

Her cheeks flame pink. "Are you kidding me? You know about that?"

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