Cassandra blinked behind the glasses, looking genuinely confused for a moment. Had she spoken out loud? Yes, she had. Her cheeks flushed and she looked down. "I didn't realize I was thinking out loud again," she said. Next time it could be worse. About to say something else, she placed a hand on his arm and her lips were parted when something made her close it again.<br/><br/>The familiar prickle on the back of her neck. James stopped. A surreptitious gesture had her security team moving a little closer. She was going to have a talk with them about letting strangers close. You never could be too careful. Her grip on James's arm tightened a little and the set of that luscious mouth was rather grim.<br/><br/>She was about to say something when something made her spine stiffen. "James, we need to go.<em>Now</em>," she said. Something was coming. By the way her heart was racing and her blood had turned to ice in her veins, it wasn't a good something at all. Her head ached with the effort it was taking to hold herself together.<br/><br/>Cassandra looked at Bateman, expression turning calculating and thoughtful for a moment. "You might want to get out of here too," she said. Her tone brooked no disobedience. Seeing her agitation, the members of her security detail had moved forward. "Have the car brought to the nearest entrance. We're cutting this shopping trip short." There was nothing she needed that couldn't wait. After all, time was on her side.