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"Here,"he said finally, his voice for my ears only, surrendering the cup to my coldhands.
Hereached for the buttons on my shirt and I froze. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Whatdo you mean?" he asked, rocking back on his heels. "I thought that moment wejust had counted as foreplay... That wasn't an invitation to second base?"
Isnorted. "You would think that."
Hiseyes narrowed and a little chill raced up my spine. How he went from playful tointimidating in a matter of seconds was unsettling. "What the hell does thatmean?"
Imotioned with my chin toward Snake and his fellow thugs. "He had you checkedout," I whispered.
Brodygrunted, not seeming surprised at all. He began to rifle through the stuff onthe bed, lining up what looked like legit medical supplies. "Where did you getall that?"
"Youstole medicine for me?" I asked, oddly touched by his criminal activity.
Thenext thing I knew I was going to be a guest on the Dr. Phil show titled: "When BadBoys Happen to Good Girls."