Laurana watched Rome finish his Scotch with the same unhurried appreciation she might give a well-executed kata demonstration. Her own glass stood abandoned on the counter, half its contents still inside. She'd forgotten about it somewhere between deciding what she wanted and recognizing that the laboratory's clinical sterility had outlived its usefulness for what came next.
"My apartment is three blocks from campus." She reached for her discarded clothing, fingers closing around the soft fabric of her tank top. "Better equipped for the kind of extended observation this situation requires than this sterile institutional box."
Rome raised an eyebrow. That infuriating half-smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, the one that suggested he knew exactly where this conversation was heading before she'd opened it. "Extended observation."
