He shrugs. "It's the same to me."

"Do we have to?"

"Yes, I think so."

"What if I refuse?" I ask.

He says evenly, "Then everything we've done up to this point will have been for nothing. And you won't get paid." He adds that last bit with a sly smile.

I frown at him and say, "We can share a room, but I don't want you in my bed. You have to promise that you won't...try anything."

"What would I try?" He comes closer, and I dive beneath the bed covers. I hear him laugh. "Are you going to sleep in your dress?"

"It's Laura's dress," I say under...