She was cursing the name of Spencer Reed all the way. Damn the man and his little romantic gestures. If she weren’t careful, she’d find herself starting to soften a little bit each time he did something sweet until she lost all grip of cold, hard reason and jumped on the man, preferably knocking him to the ground, where she could do with him exactly as she pleased. She’d come very close to doing just that with him tonight, and there were still one hundred seventy-nine days to go. When she’d woken up in a dark room the night before, it had taken her a minute to orient herself. The quiet ache of her ankle was what triggered her memory. She’d groaned aloud and fumbled at the nightstand, fairly sure that she’d seen a lamp on it the day before. The first thing that caught her eye once she’d switched on the light was the neatly rolled Ace bandage at the lamp’s base. She didn’t need to be a genius to figure out who’d left that there.
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