She showered quickly, struggling to keep one eye on the door in case Ryan decided he wanted to play games. She wouldn’t have put it past him. Once she was safely bundled into her robe, she took her time. She wanted to be completely dressed, with a confident shield of makeup and tidily groomed hair, before she saw him. There would be, she determined, no cozy little breakfast chat in pajamas. Of course, he had to let her out first. The bastard. “Let me out of here, Boldari,” she called as she rapped smartly on the door. Her answer was silence. Incensed, she knocked harder, shouted louder, and began to add inventive threats. Kidnapping, she decided; she’d add kidnapping to the list of charges against him. She hoped the other inmates at whatever federal facility he spent the rest of his life in rejoiced in torturing him. Frustrated, she started to rattle the knob.
