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‘That’s OK, I suppose. After all, I did catch you with … hmm … I guess, “your pants down” isn’t quite the right phrase, is it?’
    Yancy Vogul’s jaw moved slightly underneath his skin as he clenched his teeth. God, that reddening in his cheeks was delicious.
    Claudia winked at him. ‘Don’t worry. If I’d wanted to kill you, I already would’ve.’
    â€˜Gee. What a princess. I assume animals of the forest flock from all corners when you sing in the shower, too?’
    â€˜Of course. How do you think Bambi’s mother died?’
    Yancy squinted, then his gaze darted toward the back room, his smooth, fearless façade dissolving in an instant. ‘What have you done with Yorke?’
    â€˜Aw, relax,’ Claudia said, sitting down in the chair facing Yancy. ‘I didn’t kill him. He’s not my type.’
    â€˜Then what
did
you do to him?’ Yancy said evenly.
    â€˜Oh, nothing. Just gave him an itsy little injection that’ll make sure he sleeps really well until we’re done here then wakes up in time for you two to flip the fuck out together after I’m gone,’ she said, making sure to imply that the shop owner would remember the attack. He didn’t need to forget, after all. He hadn’t seen a thing.
    â€˜So you’re not here to kill me, not here to kill Yorke … why the hell
are
you here, Claudia? I’m guessing we don’t happen to be at the same orthotics clinic today because serendipity brought us together?’ Yancy jibed.
    Claudia licked her lips. Smiled. This guy was about to have no choice but to make the biggest mistake he’d made so far, and he’d do it without his leg
and
his pride.
    â€˜You’re right. I’m here because I knew you were coming. As adorable as it would be to have my own personal kickstand for when I got tired, I don’t
need
spare parts in order to run,’ Claudia said evenly.
    Yancy’s nostrils flared.
    â€˜That said, it
is
time we had a chat, isn’t it? Because we
aren’t
that different, you and me, are we? Except for that whole I-can-enter-a-three-legged-race-at-a-picnic thing. Well, and the whole I’m a woman and you’re a … well, you have a penis. I’m assuming it still works since Jenna’s still around.’
    At this, Yancy’s breathing came harder, angrier, and he leaned forward where he sat as though at any moment, he might charge. This was too damned good. Shame Jenna couldn’t see this, nor could Claudia trust she’d hear about it.
    Yancy sat as still as he could, but all he could think about was jumping up, surprising her. Wrapping his hands around her throat and squeezing until that evil, leering smirk went lax.
    â€˜Whoa, down, boy. We wouldn’t want you to do something silly and hurt yourself, now would we? We both know I’d still get away, and if you make me shoot you, who will be there to protect your dearest, beloved Jenna when I catch up to her?’ Claudia said.
    Yancy pressed his lips together, swallowed hard. ‘You didn’t follow me here to taunt me, Claudia. Even for you that’s too much work.’
    â€˜See! We
are
similar creatures despite … all that stuff. Because even though you’re one good accident – or bullet,’ she said, aiming the gun at Yancy’s kneecap for a split-second before leveling it back at his face, ‘away from Jenna carrying you upstairs to bed the rest of your life, really, you’re functioning at your peak, what with rescuing slutty damsels in distress and dumping bodies for them and everything.’
    Finally, she’d come to it. He’d known she would. He’d been waiting for her to play her card ever since she’d left them the note telling them she’d seen. Knew.
    But what the hell
could
she want? To hurt Jenna, all she needed to do was leak it. Incriminate him. Maybe, at worst, somehow