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“I better get back to my room. Have you gotten any rest at all? We have to go to the courtroom tomorrow.”

“I know. Thank you for paying my bail, I know your secretary wasn’t happy” She glanced over at the dinner tray. “Oh and thank you for my meal too, I’m sure that was your idea.”

“You need to take care of yourself. Caitlyn, I can afford to lose the bail money, maybe you should take off…”

She stood. “No! I haven’t done anything wrong.”

He knew in his gut she was telling the truth, but the evidence said otherwise. “The police have enough proof against you. I just don’t want you going to jail.”

She wrapped her arms around herself and her voice shook. “I’m innocent.”

Brandon had to take her in his arms at that point. He hated to see her looking so vulnerable. “I believe you, I really do.” He held her close against him and thought how well she fit.

“But why would anyone say that I stole? They don’t even believe I’m who I say I am.”

“I don’t know sweetheart.”

She looked up at him when he used the endearment and he could no longer resist the urge to kiss her.

Caitlyn’s lips parted under his and he felt the tips of their tongues touch and tease. He held her tighter and he was afraid he’d crush her if he weren’t careful. She pressed herself up against him.

When it became obvious, physically obvious, that Brandon really wanted more, he broke the kiss. He was determined to keep himself controlled but he admitted that it wasn’t easy so long as she was in his arms.

He fought with himself to let her go. It took a moment for him to catch his breath. “I’m sorry Caitlyn.”

She gently brushed her fingertips over his lips. “Don’t be.”

He grabbed her hand. Her touch had nearly sent him careening out of control. He kissed her fingers carefully. “I have to go back to my room now.”

Brandon walked towards her door. He avoided facing her. “I need you to think about running away. I’ll give you whatever money you need…”

“I’m not leaving.”

“Caitlyn…”

“No Brandon. I’m innocent. If I run I will look guilty.”

He finally turned to look at her.

“I’m just going to take a quick shower and then get into bed. Tomorrow will be better. They are going to find out that all those papers are wrong.”

“I hope so.” He meant it. “Good night.” He started to lean in for a kiss and then stopped himself. She saw him stop and smiled slightly.

“I will see you tomorrow.”

“Yeah.” He nodded at her and then he left.

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