“Cade.” She came out of the bathroom in just a towel, wringing her hair with another one as she studied me. “Have you seen my birth control?” “I have,” I admitted, looking over an email from the Pentagon. “Can you tell me where?” she asked in a condescending tone. I pushed my glasses up on my nose but didn’t look up as I said, “I saw them in the toilet right before I flushed them.”
