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“He can like you and have to pee. Both things can be true.”

“Then find the key.”

She starts feeling around beneath the blanket again.

I watch her.

Then something occurs to me. “Why didn't you just cuff yourself to the bed?”

Her hand stops. She looks at me. “Because you could've left.”

“With you attached to my bed?”

“You're a hitman. I assume you have tools.”

“So your solution was attaching yourself directly to me?”

“Yes.”

“That's insane.”

“It worked.”

“It did not work.”

“Are you still here?”

I open my mouth. Then close it.

Callie smiles.

I fucking hate when she does that.

She reaches farther beneath the pillow, dragging me with her.

“Hold still.”

“You're pulling my arm across your tits.”

“I know.” Her mouth twitches.

“You're doing that on purpose.”

“Maybe.”

“Find the key, Chaos.”

“Bossy in the morning.”

“You handcuffed me in my sleep.”

“You say that like it's a bad thing.”

“It is a bad thing.”

“You handcuffed me to a refrigerator.”

“You broke into my house.”