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She heaved out a long, loud sigh. Just so he knew how irritated she was. Then, she realized that wasn’t a very polite way to behave. This guy was just doing his job.
Even if he was being a bit of a prick about it.
He picked up her toiletry bag and unzipped it.
“Hey! Is that really necessary?” She grabbed for the bag, but he drew it away, giving her a quelling look.
“Yes.”
“Good grief. What the heck do you think I’m going to hide in my toiletry bag? There’s no bomb in my tampons, you know.”
Shoot. Why had she just said that?
The customs officer raised his eyebrows. “So I need to check your tampons. Good to know.”
“You can’t do that! This has got to be against the rules. Tampons are sacred.”
“Tampons aren’t sacred.”
“I haven’t done anything wrong,” she added desperately.
“We have the right to search your belongings at any time. It was in the agreement you signed.”
Shoot. Had it been?
“I have really got to start reading things before I sign them,” she said.
The customs officer gave her a stern look. “Yes, you do.” Drawing out his phone, he tapped a message, then put it back in his pocket.
“I thought we couldn’t use our phones in here.” She really needed to check on Uncle Willy, though he probably wouldn’t answer her call. He said these new phones confused him.
But she knew the truth.
She sighed sadly.
“Youcan’t,” the guy said.
Wow. “You should enter a personality contest. You’d totally win.”
“That so?” he drawled.
Yeah. For the grumpiest prick. But she didn’t say that. She had some restraint. See? She could be a good girl.
Well, sometimes.
“Uh-huh. Now, if I could just have that back . . . ” She reached for her toiletry bag again, but he drew it away.
“I don’t think so,” he murmured. “I still have to search through your tampons.”
She groaned. Bollocks.
Crap. Those weren’t even the worst things he could find. What if he saw her vibrator? At least she’d hidden it and Ziggy in a special compartment, so hopefully, he wouldn’t find it.
As soon as he opened up her bag, things started tumbling out. Why couldn’t she be tidier? Why couldn’t she have packed things neatly? Instead, everything was thrown in at the last moment without much thought.
Her cheeks burned as he started going through the packets of drugs and tubes of cream on the table.
“Laxatives and diarrhea medication?” he murmured, holding two packets up.
