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When I throw open her door, her eyes widen and her mouth drops open.

“Come on.” I hold out my hand to help her down, but she doesn’t take it.

“There’s no bathroom here.”

I look around the deserted road and peer over at a bush that looks like a perfectly good peeing area for me.

“Go behind that shrub over there. I can find some tissue or a leaf for you.”

She blinks, like she doesn’t understand what I just said. I’m pretty sure I made it clear.

“Are you high? I am not peeing behind a tree. I need a toilet. With a door!” She crosses her arms over her chest and glares at the windshield for a second, then turns to look at me again. “And not a freaking leaf to clean myself up, thank you very much.”

“Why not?”

Her cheeks turn red, and she closes her eyes. “Because girls pee on their feet when they squat behind a bush. And with my luck, you’d give me a poison ivy leaf and I’d break out in hives down there. No, thank you. Not happening.”

Tipping my head to the side, I consider that for a second. “Why would you pee on your feet? Maybe you’re not doing it right. Do you need me to show you?”

She gasps and stares at me in silence for a few seconds. Then she reaches out and closes the door, leaving me to look at her through the window.

What the fuck just happened?

Why is she so upset?

I don’t get it. Why can’t girls just pee on the floor? Their aim can’t be that bad, right? I need to do some research on this because, once again, I think I’ve misread the situation, and Ember is once again pissed off at me.

Shaking my head, I stride around the SUV while wishing I had a bomb to dismantle instead of having to try to figure out the little red-haired woman inside the car. Bombs are much more reasonable. They don’t talk back. Or make my dick hard.

5

EMBER

Is he kidding me?

We’re out in the middle of nowhere, and he expects me to squat behind a freaking tree? I have no clue what kind of predators they have out here. Rattlesnakes? Spiders? I can just imagine it: As soon as I squat down in an attempt not to pee on my feet, a deadly snake would slither right up and bite me right on my ass, and then I’d end up peeing all over myself. I think I’d rather get on another plane. Actually, no. I wouldn’t. I don’t care for any of these options.

Today freaking sucks.

I really need to go, though. I’ve needed to go since before we got off the plane. Cage has been so busy with trying to figure out a plan that I didn’t want to bother him. But I think I’d rather wet myself than go out in the wild.

Cage climbs into the driver’s seat and tilts his head to look at me. “It’s about twenty minutes until the next restroom. Can you wait?”

“Yes,” I bite out, hoping I’m telling the truth.

Every second stretches on, and every slight bump almost makes me wish I’d gone behind the bush. I’ve held my bladder way past its limit, and it’s becoming painful.

Thankfully, he seems to realize it. As soon as we pull into a rest stop, he rushes around the car and quickly helps me get out, then leads me to the lone brick building. I squeeze my thighs together as tightly as I can as each step becomes more urgent.

I’m nearly running by the time we reach the metal door, and I don’t even look back as I hustle inside, slamming the stall closed behind me. I’m mid-pee when the door opens, and heavy steps move inside.

“Are you okay?” Cage asks.

I yelp, nearly falling off the toilet at the sound of his voice. Unable to stop peeing, I screech and bring my hands up to cover my face even though he can’t see me.

“Cage, get out!” I scream.

Instead of doing just that, he chuckles. “You’re just peeing, Ember. It’s a human function. Besides, I wanted to be here in case you needed help.”

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