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caring for her. Probably down to a massive guilt complex. She absolutely stank at criminality. Interesting. I might just slide out of this in one piece yet.
    “I’ll go back to the bedroom, but please don’t keep my arms behind my back. My shoulders are killing me.”
    “All right, but I still have to cuff you to the bed. I don’t want you playing with your blindfold again.” She was led back to the room she’d slept in, smiling inwardly.
    She had memorized the route so well she could do it blindfolded.
    How ironic. I am blindfolded.
    Both hands were again cuffed to the bedhead and an MP3  player placed near her head.
    “Here’s some nice, relaxing music. I’ll be just down the hallway. Call me if you need anything, okay?”
    ❖

    Ten minutes later she was screeching over the wail of pan pipes, “If you don’t come in here and turn off this godawful noise, I swear I’ll inhale my own vomit.” Click! There was blessed silence.
    “Oh, thank God,” she breathed into the pillow.
    “I love pan pipes. How could you not love pan pipes? They’re so relaxing.” Mickey’s hurt voice floated above her.
    “You are one sadistic bitch. Do you know that? Are you trying to torture me as well as hold me for ransom?”
    “What? Never.” Mickey sounded genuinely hurt. “Well, what do you want to listen to? I’m sort of esoteric. I got Song of the Whales , Song of the Dolphins , Meditative Wind Chimes —”
    “You meditate ? Again, I puke in the general direction of my lungs. What I want is an audio book. Do you have anything like that?”
    “No. No audio books.” Mickey seemed put out she had not availed of her soothing, chilled-out music library. “But I could duck out and get one. Any author in particular?”
    “Don’t you dare leave me here. What if there’s a fire?”
    “There won’t be a fire. I have to go out sometimes. I need to do chores, like buy milk and bread, collect ransoms, pay bills—”
    “Collect ransoms. You’re collecting my ransom? How much?
    When? How?” She tried to sit up, but her cuffs rattled, keeping her prone. She tried to lever herself into a more comfortable position.
    “Here, hang on and I’ll loosen those.” She felt cool, clean breath on her face as Mickey leaned across her to loosen the cuffs. “No. No ransom paying as of yet. But soon. Hopefully, very soon.”
    Soft, long hair tickled her cheek smelling of bergamot and rosemary, and making her belly flutter, making her want something. She wanted something. She wanted something. She wanted what?
    “I want a shower. I’m lying here smelling myself. There must be some way you can let me wash properly.” The slight hesitation from above allowed her to press home her advantage.
    “Come on. I’m sweaty and uncomfortable, and all my muscles ache. Please.”
    “What about the blindfold? You really, really can’t see me.”
    “What is this, a Beauty and the Beast thing?”
    “Huh? No! It’s a pointing me out in court thing.” Her voice was petulant again.
    God, but she is so easy to tease. “Look, lock me in the bathroom again and don’t let me out until I promise to blindfold myself.”
    Silence.
    “Please, I’ll even squirt soap in my eyes.” A chuckle floated down toward her. Good, she’s in a good mood. Just push it a little bit more. “I’d really appreciate it.”
    “Let me think about it. Look, I want this to work out for both of us. I know it’s tough on you, but I just want us to get through this as easy as possible.”
    So it’s “us” now? Suddenly we’re a team trying to get ourselves through this? Oh, darling, I have news for you. There’s only ME, and MEAT in my team.
    “Please? I’m tired and stinky and achy. No amount of painkillers will make me smell nice. Come on. Give me a break?” She decided to try to play on Mickey’s good humor. It worked.
    More chuckles.
    “Okay, I’ll go get the bathroom ready. But you have to abide by the rules. Believe me, Ginette, it’s