e hadn't anticipated. He wasn't acting like a man who had been fooled. He was acting like a predator toying with i

Slipping out of bed, she crept to the master bathroom door and tested th

was a tool she had fashioned herself years ago. With practiced, silent movements, she inserted the wire into the lock.

business was to sweep for cameras. But before she could even begin

lse. Water droplets clung to the hard planes of his chest and shoulders

k-picking wire still

is sunglasses-which he was, inexplicably, still wearing. "Exp

palmed the wire, making it disappear, and held up the plastic

eyes wide with manufactured wonder. "Donny,

wer. He stopped at the entrance, his back to her. "I can't see," he sta

med in Chloe's stomach.

not turning around.

t her own chest. "Me? But... Chloe will mess it up. I always mess thi

fe," he said, his tone ab

reaking character. Her heart hammered against her ribs-a mix of humiliati

mind. She twisted the temperature dial as far to the cold side as it would go. T

. He spun around, his hand shooting out to clamp around her wrist like a manacle of

arlisle?" he asked, and she could he

ars to well up. "Donny is mean!" she wailed, her voi

of shower gel into her free hand. She began smearing it haphazar

n a ridiculously childish voice. "

even on the lenses of his sunglasses. The bathroom began to f

He wasn't taking a shower. He was being assaulted by a derange