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The can of soda in Mandi's hand abruptly crumpled and her drink seemed to
splatter everywhere. Uttering a nasty word, Mandi went to the bathroom for a
towel to clean up the mess.
She wasn't angry at Cade. His conversion wasn't far enough along; he wasn't
capable of making love to her like that yet. Mandi was just angry with herself
for allowing her imagination to cause a wet accident on the bed.
Taking off her damp dress and washing it in the bathroom sink, Mandi gently
wrung it out and hung it in the tiny closet space, then she dried it with her
heat vision.
When the drying was finished, she lay back on the bed again and sighed at
the evening as a whole. A few minutes later she reached for the TV remote and
scanned the channels for something interesting, but it was only nine-thirty and
she wasn't really in the mood to watch TV.
Clicking off the TV, Mandi set the remote on the night table and headed for
the shower, realizing as she caught herself marching that she was angry with
Cade, after all, and even more so because he was very likely to get laid
tonight.
She changed course toward the desk, took her uniform out of her purse, and
put it on, then slipped her NIA-issue cell phone and the keycard into her right
boot-top and let herself out of the room.
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