It's not exactly a case of déjà-vu, but I get a familiar sense of dread.I let down my guard, again. I keep doing it around her, like she's not here against her will.I prop myself up against the headboard and look around the room. Nothing looks out of place. But it was the same the first time she escaped. If I'd known she'd get another one of her ideas again when I took her out, I'd never have done it.Liar, I think to myself. Of course I would have, I wouldn't even think about it.My gaze lands on the bathroom door, then follow the slither of light filtering under it.“Fuck.” I reach for the door before I even know it. I burst inside, startling Leighton in a tub full of water. It sloshes all over the rim when she jumps up.I raise my hands in a calming gesture. “Sorry, didn't mean to scare you.”Settling down, she looks me over from head to toe. Then she lets her head fall back and covers her eyes with her arm. “Can you go put on some clothes?”“Sure,” I say, walking out and looking for my boxers.
