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And then her gaze slowly drops to my towel.

“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”

Her gaze moves to the bulge straining the front of my towel. “I have a pretty good idea.”

Then she licks her fucking lips.

My cock twitches.

“Chaos.” My tone is a warning.

“Roman.” She stares at me defiantly, heat simmering in her green eyes.

Then her tongue darts out... and licks the fucking cheese.

How the fuck she makes that look so enticing, I have no idea. But it makes me rock hard.

I remember the night I got stabbed. It ended up with her and me in her bedroom, my cock deep inside her.

She licks her lips again, then lifts the cheese. “Want some?”

“No.”

“It's really good.”

“It's my cheese.”

“Then you already know that.”

I reach down and take it from her.

“Hey.”

I put it on the counter.

“That was mine.”

“It was mine.”

“I had possession.”

“You stole it.”

“Hostage provisions.”

“You're still not a fucking hostage.”

She lifts her cuffed wrist. The chain rattles against the refrigerator handle.

I look at it. Then at her. “Circumstantial evidence.”

Her mouth twitches.

Mine does, too.

Callie bites her lip and lets her gaze drop again. This time she doesn't even pretend otherwise.

Slowly, she looks from my stomach to the towel.