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CATHERINE
I'd been at the coffee shop for two hours. The woman who ran the place, Maude, knew who I was and greeted me by name. She didn't mind that I'd taken over a table in the corner near a plug where I could charge my laptop and my phone. She didn't mind that I was using her for her internet connection, especially since I was on my third mocha latte.
While I was slogging through my emails, text messages, voicemails and IM's, my mind wasn't completely focused. I was a little sore from a wild night with the Kane boys and then the steamy follow up with Sam in his office. It didn't help that the chairs were hard, and I found myself squirming a fair amount. Damn them for distracting me—and the spanking!
It wasn't just the ache and throb of my body, but my mind kept wandering to the f
