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“I want to come in, Vanessa. I think it’s time you and I finally had that talk.”
    Her heart froze.
What talk?
He was thinking about sex now? She quickly grabbed the big bar of soap from the shower, wet it, and started working the phone into it, pressing hard. Was it still showing? She kept squeezing it into the soap, praying for time. It was inside, finally, fully covered.
    The doorknob jiggled. Her heart thundered in her chest.
    â€œCome on, Vanessa, open up. I know you’re mad at me, but I want to make it up to you. Now’s our chance, let’s—”
    She had to stop this. “Now, Matthew?” She played with the bar of soap—yes, it looked harmless. She quickly set it back into the shower. “You think now’s a good time because your best friend Darius isn’t here to tell you not to talk to me?”
    The door crashed inward. Matthew stood there, breathing hard, his eyes dark and hot. Then, fast as a blink, he smiled. “Hey, what’s with locking me out? You’re the one who wanted me to share, to tell you all I’m planning.”
    These mood swings of his were becoming more frequent.
Is it also because of Darius? He wants to talk? Now? No, he wants sex.
Her shirt was open and she quickly buttoned it. “Come on, Matthew, not now. I thought we were in a hurry. Go away and let me shower in peace so we can get out of here.”
    His smile never slipped, but she knew if she looked close enough, she’d see the pulse pounding in his neck.
    â€œI didn’t come in to talk—well, not right away.”
    Was he for real? He knew she was angry with him, knew she’d hated all the deaths at Bayway, so what was on that genius brain of his? Did he believe pushing her for sex was the way to get her back under control? She realized what she wanted more than anything was to kick him into oblivion. She held herself steady, even smiled at him. “No, Matthew. Go away.”
    â€œCome on, Vanessa, we’ll have some quick fun, we deserve it, to celebrate. You’re mad at me right now, but that will change.” He wasn’t blind, he saw the contempt on her face, but he chose to ignore it. He added, his voice cajoling, “Hey, after, you and I can talk. You’re right, it’s time I told you all my plans.”
    Think, think.
He’d tell her all his plans? She forced herself to soften her voice. “This isn’t a good time, Matthew, you know that. We need to get out of here.”
    He ignored her, unbuttoning his shirt, never looking away from her. Then his fingers were on his belt. “We can take a shower together, save some time. It’ll be fun, you’ll see.”
    No, he can’t get in the shower, he might try to use the soap, might see that something is different.
    He pulled off his belt. His fingers went to the button of his jeans, paused. “Vanessa, I’m sorry, I should have told you about Darius, what we planned together. I should have told you about everything. I do trust you, and I want you by my side when I finish this.”
    He was playing her, she knew it. She watched him unzip his jeans, watched him step to her, didn’t move when he kissed her neck.
    She forced herself not to kick upward, to hold perfectly still. “Finish what, Matthew? What is there to finish?”
    â€œYou didn’t think I was going to spend the rest of my life bombing small-time refineries and electrical grids, did you? Tonight was just the beginning.” He pushed her up against the wall, kissed her hard, one hand holding her head still. He slid a leg between hers.
    She said into his mouth, “Come on, Matthew, what are you planning? Tell me, so I can find the best way to help you.”
    He was kissing her face now, light feathering kisses. “Everything’s in motion; Darius and I have planned out every move. You are helping me, Vanessa. All the way, baby. You and me, all the way.” He kissed