Chapter 62

"You better hope I don't have to pee later."

Lacing his fingers, Drake stacked them on his head. "I said I was sorry."

In the supply closet, Zoe sat propped against the door, him directly across from her on the far wall in what he considered a Mexican sit-off. Except there were no weapons and it wasn't high noon. And it was getting very hot in here.

"I blame Avery for not telling you about the faulty lock in the first place." She banged the back of her head lightly against the door. Again. "I have all night to think of ways to repay her. And by that, I mean evil, evil things."

It wasn't as if he was ecstatic to be locked in a small room with her either. Especially not while wearing his black surgical scrubs and smelling like dog fur. She wasn't much better off in her yellow scrubs, still damp from shampooing her last client. Yeah, he'd wanted to have a good, long talk with her, but not while they were caged in with no escape for hours.