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Brook had rather hoped to find Clive as encased as herself in the second guest bathrobe. Instead, he lay sprawled against the pillows with a towel barely big enough for the job covering his hips—leaving her with no doubt as to what he planned for them next.
He pushed up onto an elbow as she entered the room, the almost shy smile she had seen earlier putting in a reappearance, as though he still couldn’t quite believe the situation.
The mere expression lanced through Brook, but she couldn’t allow herself to be deviated by emotions. If she didn’t escape the Coalition before day’s end, she suspected she would end up trapped for life.
Brook held out Clive’s tainted drink as she settled cross-legged onto the mattress. “Red.”
“No s**t,” he said, grinning when Brook gave the glared respon
