<strong>Mari Prescott</strong><br/><br/>She didn't like that he locked the door, but she figured she should pick her battles. Crossing her arms over her chest, she backed away as far as she could from him and tried not to think about how claustrophobic the area was. Looking at him square in the eye, she didn't notice any struggle on his part, but she was struggling to keep from running to the door and trying to get it open.<br/><br/>His words did little to ease her mind, and she frowned when he mentioned a piece of ass. She narrowed her eyes at his tone and tilted her head at his last question.<br/><br/>"Boston."<br/><br/>She didn't trust him, but she had to admit that he was quite attractive. Rugged...strong...military.