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Emerald green eyes closed irritably. "I'm not gonna do it."

"Kat, you need to."

"Why don't you do it?" Kat whined.

"Well for one, he's in your care. And two, I need to make sure everything is set. We need to get rid of that tail. Two months have passed and I don't know about you but I would like to see it gone."

Kat sighed. "Ugh, fine."

She looked down at the small object in her hand, an injection.

"Remember, you have to inject him in the neck, that way he'll be out faster," Bulma explained.

"How fast?" Kat questioned.

"About thirty seconds the most."

"What about if I were to get his arm?"

"Then about a few minutes or so."

"Whoa, so I'm guessing I need to get his neck."

"Yep. He shouldn't feel it if you do it right."

"Alrighty then, give me at least twenty minutes to get ready."

"Twenty minutes? Why?"

"Just wait for me dammit!"

"Okay, okay fine. Twenty minutes."

Twenty minutes later. . .

Kat met up with Bulma outside of Raditz's room.

"Are you ready?" Bulma questioned, noticing Kat appeared to be extremely calm.

"Oh yeah, I've got this down."

Bulma could only sigh. "Alright then. Once he's out, buzz me so I can bring in the stuff because moving him from place to place will be time consuming and we can't afford to waste any."

"Yes ma'am."

"Good luck."

And with that Kat entered Raditz's room only to find him staring at her with that arrogant look on his face like always.

"Well if it isn't my little Kitty Kat looking quite provocative today," he said with that smug look as he gave her a quick look over. Those temptations were coming back again.

"I'll pretend I didn't hear what you just said for your own sake," she said as she sat at the table, pulling out a magazine she brought in. In reality, she had inserted the injection in the folds where some perfume samples were supposed to be, so she didn't walk in with a needle like object protruding the small pockets of her shorts. Why can't shorts have bigger pockets? Geez, I can barely squeeze three fingers up to the second knuckle, she thought.

"So Raditz," she began after a short silence, "Any chance you'd be willing to share any info?"

He thought about it for a sec. There would be no harm in sharing some information with her. Either way those weaklings don't stand a chance. "Mmm, I suppose it wouldn't do me any harm considering this planet will perish either way . . . but what will I get in return?"

"We won't kill you."

He chuckled, "Very well then, there are two and as I mentioned before they are much more powerful than I. The Saiyan Prince himself, Vegeta, and Nappa, a Saiyan Elite and general of the entire Saiyan Army."

"Ha! So you're crap compared to them."

"That pretty mouth of yours is going off again, and we both know what will happen to it if it doesn't watch what it says."

"Don't you worry your little self about my pretty mouth, it'll be alright." She decided now was the time as she furtively hid the injection in her back pocket. Might as well get to it.

"Anyways," she said slowly, "how's your abdomen? Healed by now, I presume?"

"It would have healed faster if I was in the tank," he watched as she approached him.

"Hmm, let me take a look. Lift your shirt up."

"Dearest Katherine, if you want me all you have to do is ask," he smirked at her irritated expression as he did as she instructed.

Damn it Bulma! You owe me for this!

"In your dreams."

"Looking forward to it," he said in that husky, cool tone.

Perv!

She was quite surprised that he was indeed healed. He didn't even have a scar! Not even light bruising! If you were to look at him, you would never know he once had a gaping hole right through his torso. She was beginning to have troubles staying focused on her objective as she was becoming distracted with his body.

Hot, fine ass body- damn it! What the hell am I saying? He's the enemy!... but he's just so- No! He's a manipulative, sadistic, perverted bastard! Damn it I need to go out to the beach or a club. I need to get out more in general.

He tried to not think about her touch as he stared at the wall uninterestedly, but that was becoming seemingly impossible. Her touch was so soft yet it lit him ablaze. It was bad enough he had to fight off those previous temptations but now this. Great, just great. Damn libido and this lust. He glanced down at her out of the corner of his eye and noticed her staring at his body.

"Someone likes what they see," he said with that smug expression.

"Ha. I've seen better."

Lie. Who was she kidding? Deep down, she knew this man was fine as fuck!

"Don't get too excited," she said as she patted his chest. She examined the exit wound on his back and just like before, no hint that there was even a wound in the first place. Also, just like before, she was becoming distracted with his body. Focus! She mentally scolded herself. "Raditz, remember that conversation we had in the field?" she asked.

. . . Conversation? He thought about it for a sec, and then a grin slowly crept its way onto his face. "Of course."

"Do you want to answer some questions for me?" she asked seductively as she motioned for him to sit by lightly pushing down on his shoulders.

"Yes," he breathed with closed eyes as she ran her hands up and down his back then rested them on his shoulders.

She lightly patted her rear to make sure the shot hadn't slipped out of her pocket. She then began to lightly massage his shoulders all the while feeling his neck with her thumbs for the right spot. She leaned in next to his ear, "You said that all of the Saiyans were wiped out except four. I said that you were idiots for risking the lives of the remaining Saiyans by 'planet broking' so I assumed that the only explanation was that you're forced to do it. You never answered my question back there."

His eyes flew open. Whoa! Wrong conversation! That wasn't the one he was thinking of! Damn it! Should he tell? No, he couldn't! But his body completely relaxed at her touch. Was he really that tense? It was as if she was trying to pry the answer out of him. Well, it was working.

To much of Kat's surprise, he nodded. Was that a yes? Hell yeah! I finally got my answer . . . but now the question is who is forcing them to do this.

"Who Raditz?"

"Frieza."

Frieza?-

"Tyrant," he added.

"I'm sure there's no need for you to keep on living that life," she said as she slowly wrapped her arms loosely around his neck. "But that's all you. It's not like I can force you or anything . . . but now that I think about it, you owe me."

"Hm?"

"If it wasn't for me, your ass would be dead and probably decomposing in that field."

It was then that she felt something slowly wrap around her thigh and realized that it was his tail.

Enjoy it because it's the last thing that tail will ever feel, she thought as she reached for the injection.

It was then he felt a tiny prick on his neck. It was a slight itch so he ignored it but he was beginning to feel surprisingly tired.

Kat noticed he was beginning to rock slightly.

"Raditz? Raditz, lie down if you're tired," she suggested as she got off the bed.

"Yeah," he mumbled as he lied back down on the bed. He caught her by surprise when he wrapped his arm around her waist and brought her down with him.

Kat immediately blushed at their proximity. She was lying on top of him and their faces were inches apart. He was about to go, she could just tell by the look in his eyes.

"You're so beautiful," he breathed.

"Wha-" before she could even finish her word, his eyes closed and the arm around her waist dropped to the bed. He was out. Kat blamed his comment on the fact that he was nearly out of it. She got up and off of the bed then straightened herself out before buzzing for Bulma so they could remove his tail as soon as possible.

About an hour later, they were finished . . . and his tail . . . gone. Once they finished, they decided to move him to a room that had a window.

"Full moon tonight," Bulma commented as they lounged at a small table in the kitchen and enjoyed some beverages.

"Heh, yeah. He's going to be pissed but eh, I like a nice challenge," Kat said before taking a drink of her soda. "I personally think he's better off without the tail."

"Now we can be sure he won't transform."

"Yeah. Of all the times to transform, why a full moon, ya' know? I think it's rather beautiful. I can remember being tiny and just lying outside gazing up until I fell asleep."

"At the orphanage?" Bulma questioned lightly.

"Yeah, at the orphanage . . ."

For as long as Kat could remember she had been an orphan. She had been told that her parents were not dead but rather gave her up for her own good. But for all she knew that could have been a lie. Either way, that left her with a slight bitterness. Yet, she always hoped that maybe one day she would be able to really know what happened and find them if possible.

Life at the orphanage wasn't bad at all. It was fairly decent and the place definitely didn't look like crap. And yet, she didn't want to be there. She wanted to be somewhere else but she felt as if something was pulling her down to stay . . . maybe it was her? Whoever she was . . . Kat never really found out.

There would always be this young looking lady around the orphanage. When the kids would be out and playing she would pass by from a daily stroll and just watch the kids play. There was something about her but as a child what do you really suspect. Kat would see her almost on a daily basis. The nice lady would even play with the kids at times.

"Do you have any kids Miss Maya?" a young Katherine asked innocently as she and Miss Maya sat on the swings. "Because if you do then you must really play with them a lot like you do with us."

Miss Maya's expression softened. "I did at one time little Kat. But hard times wouldn't allow me to keep her, so I gave her up for her own good in a place where I know she's safe."

"Don't worry, I'm sure you'll meet one day," little Katherine assured cheerfully as she began to kick her legs back and forth to gain momentum on the swing.

Unbeknownst to her, Miss Maya shed a lone silent tear. "Yeah."

By the time she was fourteen, Kat had it settled that she was leaving. A few months later, she ran away without knowing what to expect in the adult's world . . . the 'real world' . . .

"What about with the guys? Did you guys ever gaze at the moon?" Bulma asked.

"Yeah. Depending on where we were at the time, if we were in a city then we would usually head to the roof of an old abandoned building and just take like a breather."

"Do you miss them?"

"I do actually. I've always wondered what ever happened to them after you guys made that wish. I hope they've been alright. . ."

Ah, her guys. Most people thought that she was a lone worker and in a way she was for she committed each act on her own but in reality there were four guys involved as well. They were more involved in the 'behind-the-scenes' work. They would usually plan out everything before they, or she, committed the act. Kat was the only one who was known to the public so it was fairly easy for them to be out doing errands or getting food or other necessary things. All in all, it was Kat- the one who committed the acts, Byrne- the 'leader', Koga- the man power of the group, Bo- the 'brains', and Ty- the 'glib' one. It was all a group effort and they always planned everything out as a group, no one left out and no one left behind. It was all a game to them, especially Kat. She loved the adrenaline rush but what she loved the most was pissing off the authorities especially that persistent cop that swore to bring her down. It was so much of a game to her that she would sometimes purposely allow herself to get caught . . .

It was a nice sunny day in West City . . . ah, a nice day to commit a robbery. Byrne and Ty would be waiting in an ice cream truck while Koga and Bo acted as the 'eyes' from different angles near the site to make sure everything went all right. They all had tiny microphones hidden in their clothes so they could easily communicate.

It was around noon and the shop was just about to close for lunch. Kat would quickly swoop in and get her prize – a valued jewel worth very big money. Everything was going according to plan, that is, until the shop owner, Kat could have sworn had left, called the police.

"Great, wasn't planning on that," she mumbled.

"We got police coming in," Koga commented, looking into his binoculars from the roof of a nearby building. The approaching cop cars were still a couple blocks away.

"Cops?" Byrne questioned. "There weren't supposed to be any cops."

"The shop was never fully vacated," Bo said in a low voice as he sat casually at a bench across the street from the shop.

"Did Kat go in too early?" Ty asked.

"No, the shop is always closed by this time. The people just took too long leaving today and we missed it," Bo explained.

"Damn it," Byrne sighed.

Kat sighed irritated at the sound of the cop sirens right outside the shop. 'Great, just great,' she thought as she finished tying up the owner and one who called the cops.

"COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP!" she could hear the megaphone.

She shrugged and casually walked out of the shop with a big grin and her hands up in 'surrender' while still holding onto the jewel. Almost immediately an officer approached and took the jewel away while another handcuffed her and led her to a police car.

"What the hell is she doing?" Koga exclaimed in a low tone.

"She's got that look on her face," Bo said. "She's up to something."

"What's going on?" Byrne and Ty asked.

"Well, she practically turned herself in." Bo informed.

As the police officer read her her rights, Kat couldn't help but doze off a little.

"Hey! Don't fall asleep!" the young officer exclaimed, not about to have his big moment at finally catching her after all of these years ruined.

As she was sitting in the police car, she couldn't help but feel that the police officers were complete idiots for instead of taking her to jail, here she was waiting in the car all alone while the officers talked to the shop owners. Also, she noticed that the idiots left the trunk open and the jewel atop the roof of the very same car she was in.

"Idiots," her sigh almost a groan from their stupidity. "Hey isn't there a way to get to the trunk of a car through the right seat?" she asked.

"Uh yeah, by pulling the seat back," Koga answered.

"Thought so."

Kat felt for the little strap that would pull the seat down and once she found it, pulled as much as she could under the restraints of the handcuffs. Once it was open she wriggled out before being spotted, took the jewel, and took off.

"Alright, she's on the way," Bo reported.

"Alright. Bo, Koga, come back," Byrne said as Ty started the truck. A few minutes later, the sound of a specific tapping brought Byrne to open the back doors to the trio. Once they were in, Ty drove off while the others helped Kat out of the handcuffs.

She smirked. "You should have seen the look on the poor cop's face when he thought he'd actually captured me. Priceless . . ."

There was never an actual leader amongst them. Byrne just so happened to be the most rational one and had 'it' about him that they all saw him as a leader figure. To Kat, it was an adrenaline rush, while to the others it was as if listening to your favorite sports team make a score for their team- the excitement behind it all. And they loved it. They had become somewhat of a little family, they were all they had. And they wouldn't have it any other way.

"So you would travel in the same truck?" Bulma asked.

"Na. Whenever we moved locations, Ty would smooth talk his way into convincing someone into buying the vehicle. Then with that money he would do the same thing except this time to get us a new ride," Kat explained.

"He sure would make a great salesman."

"That's what I always thought-"

"KATHERINE!"

Silence.

"Did you . . ." Bulma trailed off uncertainly.

". . . hear that scream? Oh yeah, sounded like Raditz alright."

"Kat, you're not going to go, are you?"

"I'm just going to check on him. I'll be fine, don't worry. Oh and don't wait up for me, I'm going to head on over to my room afterwards."

After they bid each other goodnight, Bulma could only sigh as she watched her friend disappear upstairs.

Since he no longer had his tail, they figured they could move him to a room with a window. Boy would he be pissed when he looked at that full moon . . . he probably already had. As the door slid open, Kat was slightly surprised to see him wobbling while leaning against the wall. It was almost as if he couldn't keep his balance…

"You," he seethed, trying to steady himself. "What have you done!" he walked towards her but fell down to a knee.

Kat was still in slight surprise until a grin crept onto her face. "You can't keep your balance without your tail," she broke into a laugh.

She was pinned against the wall within seconds, his hands placed on both sides of her head against the wall. He was pissed. That was clear. "You- You-"

"The fact that it's a full moon tonight probably doesn't help you." She was just walking on that very thin line.

"WHAT!" he exclaimed as he took a look out the window and saw the full moon. Gone. The ability to unlock his full power, gone. He clenched his fists in rage.

"If it makes you feel better, you have a nice ass," she said casually. She knew she should shut up but she just couldn't help it.

A thought struck him.

Kat began to get worried when his expression suddenly changed and his rage seemed to just disappear. She didn't like that. He was thinking of something… something she probably wouldn't like..

"Katherine," he began in a cool, husky tone that sent chills running along her spine. Just the way he said her name . . . "You seduced me Katherine."

"Ha, no," she laughed, trying to slide out from under his arm right next to her head.

"Don't lie," he said, grabbing her before she got away.

Fuck!

"I'm not lying," she said, placing her hands on his arm. "Why in the hell would I even try to seduce you of all people? I wasn't even drunk."

"So you could poke me in the neck with whatever it was you had."

Damn.

"You felt it?"

"Not really, merely an itch."

"What do you remember?" she asked curiously.

"Simply that, feeling a tiny prick on my neck."

So he doesn't remember what he said or did afterwards, she thought.

"Well I'm glad you're all right so I'll just be leaving," she pushed his arm away and bolted towards the door but he caught her by the waist and pulled her back against his chest.

"You're not going anywhere," he murmured huskily in her ear.

Damn it, it gave her chills again.

"W-why not? It's late and I want to go to bed." She broke his hold and was now facing him but he was blocking the door. "And besides, who in the hell are you to tell me I'm not going anywhere. I'll go wherever the hell I want."

Mmm, feisty, he thought with a smirk, staring her down.

"Who in the hell are you to remove my tail! Now I can't transform and use my full power!"

"First of all, don't fucking yell! Second, I told you it would be removed, whether you believed me or not is your own fault. And third, does that tail really make you a Saiyan? If it does, then you're human now buddy. Do you really need a tail that served you more as a weakness than an actual power boost? I doubt that you're any weaker without it, and I doubt that you're no longer able to unlock your full power. Goku's had his tail removed multiple times. Yet despite that, he's gotten stronger and stronger without it. If that tail was nothing more than a transformation at a full moon then you're no different than humans are at relying on their big guns and technology."

He froze at her words. He just stood there staring at the spot where she once stood. When the door closed, only then did he slowly look back. He was a bit taken back at what she said to him. Those words hit home. Even though he no longer had his tail, damn it all, he was still a Saiyan! That transformation did not define who he was! He was a powerful warrior! He was strong as it was! But he wanted to get stronger. He needed to get stronger, to prove to everyone but mostly himself that he didn't need his tail nor some transformation to be a warrior. He could just hear the insults his two comrades would throw at him for no longer having his tail.

He sat on the edge of the bed and lied back as the moonlight shone in through the window and onto his face. The mocking, the insults, he could just imagine it all.

"You dare call yourself a Saiyan warrior you pathetic excuse of a warrior," he could just hear the prince in the back of his mind. There were times when he would just want to shove a nice boot up that haughty prince's ass but he wouldn't dare put his boots through such an ordeal. The real pain in the ass wasn't the prince but rather Frieza. It was bad enough being treated as the weakling of the trio but with Frieza, it was always stupid monkey this or stupid monkey that. And that wasn't just him, it was his comrades as well. It was either deal with it or die on the spot. Frieza was just that powerful.

He groaned sprawling his arms out on the bed, needing to vent out some energy but he knew he couldn't do anything while in the confines of the room without suffering some kind of rebound. He and Kat needed to make some kind of agreement so he could go outside some time, seriously. He just could not stand being confined for much longer. He needed to train, he needed to get stronger, he needed . . . a shower. Good thing the humans were generous enough to give him a bathing facility attached to his room. It was the only good thing here.

Ah, showers. Not just a place to bathe but also a place to get much needed thinking done. Once he was all clean and fully dressed, he lied back down on the bed feeling fully relaxed . . . that is, until his stomach growled.

"Damn," he muttered. Surely he could ignore it and it would go away . . . oh who was he kidding; it would not go away until he was fully stuffed with food. But damn, it was late and he had no way to contact or call for Katherine. Aside from that, she was probably already asleep! But he was hungry damn it! Screw it all, he'd go find her himself.

He sat up and walked to the door to examine it. There must be a way he could get out without destroying it. That's when he got an idea. He placed his hands flat against the door and slowly applied enough pressure until the door slid open. As he stepped out, he noticed it was completely dark and quiet. Everyone was probably asleep. He took a big whiff and realized Katherine's scent was near. He followed it until he reached a door at the end of the hallway preceded by a few turns here and there. Taking another big whiff, he confirmed this was her chambers.

Really? Her bedroom was seriously that close?

He opened the door the same way he had done before and entered the large room as the door closed behind him. It was dark and he could hear light breathing coming from the other side of the room. He walked over to the bed and sure enough, there she was snuggled under her covers asleep. She looked so calm and peaceful . . . too bad it wouldn't last long. He was just dying to see her reaction once she woke up and saw him there. He was tempted to lie down on the bed but his hunger was just too much. He nudged her but she wouldn't budge. He tried a bit harder but she merely shrugged him off and turned around. Damn was she a heavy sleeper.

"Katherine," he tried in her ear while shaking her a bit.

She murmured something incoherent, obviously still asleep.

He sighed then tried again, this time a little more forceful.

"Go away," she groaned, starting to wake up.

"Katherine," he whispered huskily in her ear, "Wake up."

Who the hell? That voice, it sounds like Raditz but he's in his room...

"Katherine."

"Damn it," she groaned, sitting up and rubbing her eyes tiredly. She reached over to the night stand and turned on the lamp. She turned around and saw Raditz flashing her that roguish smile. She must still be asleep. She rubbed her eyes again and saw Raditz still smiling at her. That's when realization hit her.

He quickly covered her mouth so she wouldn't scream out or do anything that wouldn't go well with him. She was considering licking his hand but that was the sleep talking so she refrained from doing so. She took a deep breath through her nose then put her hands up to show she was calm and wouldn't do anything. Once he was sure she was calm he let her go.

"How the hell did you get out? And how the hell did you get in here?" she said in a low voice.

"I got out through the door," he answered casually as he lied down next to her, propped his elbow on a pillow, and rested his head on his hand.

"I kno- what do you want?" she couldn't believe she was dealing with this right now.

"I was hungry," he simply stated.

"You were hungry," she repeated. "You . . . woke me up . . . because you were hungry."

"I still am."

She gripped the sheets in an attempt to not lash out at him for waking her up. "Couldn't this have waited 'til, um, I don't know, the morning!"

"I could stay here until the morning if that's what you'd like," he said, about to lift the covers.

"No! Fine, whatever, I'll make you food. But how can I trust you in that you'll stay in your room afterwards?"

"You can."

"That doesn't help."

"Trust me."

"I don't trust you but I don't want you in my room either." She sighed. "Ugh, just wait up." She turned the lamp off and walked towards the bathroom in her panties.

Just as she reached the bathroom, Raditz turned the lamp back on and was able to get a nice glimpse of her rear before she completely disappeared into the bathroom. A few minutes later she emerged wearing her usual lazy attire.

"Alright c'mon," she yawned into her hand.

"If it makes you feel better, you have a nice ass," he said slyly, walking beside her.

She cast him a quick glare. That was the exact thing she had told him earlier. "Glad you enjoyed it because that's as much of my ass you'll ever see."

He smirked as they continued navigating through the dark halls until they finally reached the kitchen.

"Okay now just sit down at the table or the couch. Be quiet, don't make much noise and don't touch anything."

She got to work while he just curiously wandered the room and looked at everything around. After a while he could begin to smell the food so he went over to the table and took a seat. Once everything was served and he was eating, Kat began to dig through the refrigerator for her king size chocolate bar she'd gotten earlier. Once she found it she took a seat across from Raditz.

"Happy now?"

"Very." He said in between bites.

Damn he was actually hungry. Now she fully understood Goku's large appetite.

Damn Saiyans and their huge appetites, she thought as she took a bite out of her candy.

"What's that?" he asked pointing at the candy in her hand as he finished up what was left of his food.

"This? It's called chocolate," she said waving it in front of him.

"I know what it is. Where did you get it?" he questioned.

"The store. Why?"

"Chocolate is extremely rare as there are only a few planets with conditions favorable to grow the plant from which it is derived from. It is found in only certain planets but even if you are able to acquire it, it is very expensive."

"Really? It's everywhere here and it's very cheap. Hell, I got this from some spare change I had in my pocket. Hell, I can make chocolate. Say what you want but this planet kicks all other planets' asses." She broke the bar in half and handed one to him. "Here, take it. Because this puny human is so awesome and is willing to share her inexpensive treat."

He glanced between her smug little self and the offering before accepting it.

"So it looks as though you're no longer mad about your tail," she leaned back in her chair.

He chuckled, "Believe me, I'm still upset but I have given thought to your words from earlier."

She crossed her arms, interested in what he was going to say.

"And I suppose your words held some truth. My tail does not define who I am as a Saiyan warrior. I took down Kakarrot and that green man without using my tail. But that does not mean I am content at the level I am now. I will not be compared to Kakarrot nor will I be surpassed by him. I need to train to get stronger. I've had enough of being in the confines of that room."

"Get used to it. Like we really need you getting stronger at this time."

"What if I were to help you?"

Kat raised a brow. "Oh? If I've learned anything from you, it's that you're a manipulative bastard that will only try to get his way. It's been two months. Do you think I'm stupid enough to believe you've had such a change of heart? Why would you help us? You were the one who sent the transmission in the first place. You are the reason why we're in this situation to begin with."

He smirked. "My aide would only be temporary at that. After which, it'll be as if we were never acquainted," he reached for her face but she slapped his hand away.

"You're full of crap."

"You doubt my words? The bottom line is that two Saiyans stronger than I are on their way to the planet. I am offering you my services. I am offering you a temporary alliance. You don't have that many options."

"What would you want in exchange?" she slowly asked.

"It's not what I want in exchange, dearest Katherine, but rather what I would be getting. Should this end in a favorable outcome, I will no longer have ties with a haughty prince or a ruthless tyrant. As it were, I died. I would then be free to do as I wish."

"Heh, to which you'll take over the planet, I presume."

"But of course. Fret not though, I'll show you some mercy," he flashed her that roguish grin.

"Well aren't I special," she smirked. "But I'll tell you what, I'll think about it and after running it by certain individuals, I'll get back to you. This isn't a decision I can easily make over a late night dinner, no matter how much I am inclined to accept your offer. But then again, recalling just what kind of an asshole you are, it can be easy to decline as well. Who knows what you'll try. Hell, I'm honestly very surprised you haven't tried anything now."

Leaning back in the chair, he smirked and met her eyes, "I very much enjoy your company Katherine."

"Sure you do," she yawned into her hand. It was late and she was tired. She wanted to sleep and not have to think about him or anything that had to do with him.

Whether he was telling the truth or not, this was too risky a gamble.