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“I find that difficult to believe.”

“Fair.”

He steps back.

I test the cuff. It holds.

Roman points at me. “Stay.”

I gasp. “Did you just dog-command me?”

“Don't move.”

“I'm attached to an appliance.”

“Somehow I don't trust that to stop you.”

Honestly?

Fair.

He turns and walks away.

“Where are you going?”

“Shower.”

I blink.

“Excuse me?”

He keeps walking.

“Roman?”

Nothing.

“Roman!”

A door closes upstairs.

I stare after him.

Well. This is new.

My stomach growls.

I look at the refrigerator. “No.”

My stomach growls again.

I glance toward the stairs.

Oh, what the hell.

I tug. The refrigerator opens.

I smile. “Seems like a design flaw.”