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"Alright. But be prepared for me to pick you up on Sunday."

"On that?" I repeated the question, my hair falling into my face as I shook my head.

He tugged on his leather jacket. "Yes, there's nothing sexier than a woman on a bike behind her man."

"So you're my man now, are you?" A ridiculous smile spread across my face before I could suppress it.

"I thought I made that clear." He stepped into me, his fingers curling around the back of my neck, and tugged me closer. "I know what I want."

His lips came down on mine, and lightning bolts of desire coursed through me as though I'd sat on the electric chair in my final hour.

Nate pulled away, leaving me frozen as a human statue on the sidewalk. He swung his leg over his bike and secured his helmet. "Have a wonderful day, baby."

Baby?

My skin flushed as he started the bike with a romp. He disappeared down the road, and I turned to face his direction, pressing my fingers to my lips with a blushing smile.

How am I supposed to visit the prison now?

10

Ava

Here's to taking a shot in the dark.

Kane Rogers was a short man of five-foot-five, one hundred and fifty pounds with gray hair, a shaggy beard, and a heart condition that required medication from the infirmary every day.

His crime: fraudulent use of telecommunications networks.

The rest of his criminal charges were redacted, white paper filled with thick black boxes, not allowing for a single inference.

"Are you sure you won't get in trouble for this?" I dropped a blue medical glove, the stench of sterility strong in the air.

"I never said that, but make sure you aren't visible when the guard brings him in."

"Becca." I gasped as I spun to face her. "I can't put your job at risk. On the phone, you made it seem as if it wasn't a big deal."

She shrugged and shoved a file into the filing cabinet. "I hate my job. If I get fired…oh well. I don'thaveto work."

"What about Kip? He'll never speak to me again if I get you fired."

Clang.

My heart leapt into my throat, my gaze darting to the office as I rushed to her opened door.

"Okay, one." She held up an index finger as she moved about the room, organizing. "Kip won't have a choice. I'll force him to be nice." She held up another finger. "Two. Relax. The only wayyou're going to talk to him is through me."

"Maybe I should wait until he's out of solitary."

She snorted. "That man is never getting out of solitary."

"Is he that bad? His charges are non-violent."

"It's notbecauseof him. It's toprotecthim."

"This is a blue-collar prison, Becca. Protect him from what?"

"Off the record?"

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