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but somehow retreating. Teasing and taunting her.
    “ I’m tired of waiting, slave. You know what happens when you displease me.”
    She did.
    Kaci jerked upright. Disoriented, she stared at the TV where a couple of men ogled a new car. Pieces of the too-familiar dream—she hated calling it a fantasy—clung to her sub consciousness. Much more of this and she wouldn’t be able to separate reality from the crazy exciting and maybe dangerous places her mind took her. Wouldn’t that be a mess? Instead of being locked up because she’d been found guilty of a crime, this time they’d throw away the keys because—
    Her tinny sounding doorbell bleated. Cursing, she got up and covered the five feet separating the recliner from the front door. She reached for the knob, then stopped. She might still be half asleep but she wasn’t stupid. “Who is it?”
    “ Bob. From space thirty-seven. I ain’t got no water.”
    In her befuddled state she wasn’t sure whether space thirty-seven was in the west or east section. She’d dealt with enough water emergencies to know most of the time the RV owner hadn’t properly hooked his rig up to the campground’s system. Well, she’d known this wasn’t going to be a nine-to-five job.
    “ All right. Just a minute.”
    “ My wife wants to take a shower. She’s pissed.”
    Tell someone who cares. “I need to stop by the office for the tools,” she said. “Why don’t you go back. I’ll meet you there.”
    “ Yeah, I better. The old lady’s about to tear my head off. Says—“
    “ Don’t worry about it. This’ll only take a minute.”
    The man grumbled something. Wondering if he was cursing her, she opened the door and peeked out. Thanks to the miserable excuse for a bug light overhead, she couldn’t see much. One thing she was sure of, her guest wasn’t standing there waiting for her. Nervousness took a nibble out of her, but she shrugged it off.  
    She reached for the key to the office and then descended the rickety stairs. Damn it, she’d forgotten to put her shoes back on. Fortunately, her feet were calloused. It would take all her self control not bawl Bob out if the problem turned out to be what she suspected.
    Grabbing the tool kit with the wrenches in it didn’t take long. That done she headed down the thankfully sand path that meandered around the various RV sites. Now that she was wide awake, she remembered she’d rented space thirty-seven today to a middle aged couple with a yapping dog. The wife hadn’t been happy about having to take a space deep in the trees. Well, if they’d wanted a prime location, they should have reserved one instead of showing up at the last minute.
    As she approached the RV in question, she noted that none of the interior lights were on. The first day on the job she’d discovered the campground lacked decent lighting both overhead and along the paths. When she’d asked the owners about it, they’d smiled and explained that this was a wilderness area, not a city street. People wanted to get close to nature so they could stare at the stars. As a result, there were countless dark areas. If a person wasn’t careful, he or she could stumble and fall. More to the point, not everyone who stayed here was what she’d call an upstanding citizen. Already she’d dealt with a number of thefts of such things as lawn furniture and barbeques she blamed on the lack of illumination.
    Chiding herself for not grabbing a flashlight, she pondered calling out for Bob, but late as it was, those in the nearby RVs might be asleep. Hoping she wouldn’t stub one or more of her toes, she put down the tool bag and headed for what she hoped was the front door.
    “ Ma-am?”
    She stopped and turned in the direction the male voice had come from. “Yes?”
    Whoever it was didn’t respond. Near as she could tell, the man was near the rear of the deeply shadowed RV. He was probably looking at the hookups.
    “ Do you have a flashlight?” she asked. “Sorry,