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The convict took a step forward, and Callie shrank back automatically. But he only extended one shackled arm far enough to offer the return of her wrap and shift.
"You might want to put these on. It's been a good long while since I've had a woman, and there's no sense pushing the limits of my control."
Callie couldn't have agreed more. Taking the clothing, she half stood and shrugged them over her damp body as quickly as possible, showing as little flesh as she could manage. She stood in the middle of a foot of water, holding the hem of her gown up to keep it from getting wet. The man offered a hand to help her, but despite the chivalry of the gesture, she refused to touch him.
Seemingly unperturbed by her rejection, he retracted the preferred hand and instead stooped to spread the earlier missing towel on the floor beside the tub. The thick iron chains rattled with every move he made.
She had one foot on the towel, the other lifted to step the rest of the way out of the bath, when his next words froze her in place.
"Why don't we make this short and sweet for everyone involved? Just tell me where the boy is, and I'll be on my way."