"Don't make promises you can't keep," Sammy warned him in a low voice, laughing softly as she headed for the stairs.
It wasn't leaving New York that made her want to clean up, it was the prison visit. And this visit didn't require she stop at a store to get necessities.
Her bag was right where Jason promised, upstairs in the room she'd used before. She did check to see if his was up here as well, but she didn't really expect it. It was only respectful to keep to separate rooms. Raised by old-fashioned parents with access to all the latest firearms, it wasn't a subject she would have pushed with anyone, much less a nice Southern lady.
After a long, lovely shower, and fresh change of clothes, she wandered back downstairs to see what her tech specialist was up to. If he was in the lab, she would have to find some suitable way to punish him. He wasn't here to work, and she wasn't going to let him.
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