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it over to the bar to set it down before returning again.
    “So what happens now?” Nate asked one of the men.
    “We have to take some blood samples. If you all come back clean, we’ll have a team come in to sweep the building and make sure the threat has passed.”
    “When will the blood results come back?” I asked anxiously.
    “Hopefully, later today. We know you don’t want to be here. The CDC just has to make sure everyone stays safe.”
    I sighed and nodded. We all seemed to feel fine. I thought that if we had Anthrax poisoning there would already be symptoms or something. It was really starting to feel as if someone had picked the worst time ever to play the dumbest prank imaginable.
    We each took turns sitting down and letting the woman in the big suit take our blood. She took four vials from each of us, carefully labeling them with our clever code names “A, B, C and D”.
    The CDC people left quickly, apparently none of them were interested in socializing with people who might or might not have been infected with Anthrax. Oh well, their loss.
    “Do you mind if I take a shower?” I asked the guys. “I really want to wash my hair.”
    “Go for it,” Nate answered.
    I grabbed my suitcase and took it into the office with me, shutting the door before flinging the bag onto the cot. I opened it and made sure the gun was still in the zipper pocket that was concealed in the side. Guns made me nervous. I knew that if Kevin actually found me it would be useless because I would be trapped before I could get to it, but I felt safer knowing it was there if I really needed it.
    Taking my toiletries into the bathroom with me, I turned on the water and let it warm up while I scrubbed my teeth clean. When steam had started to fog the mirror, I stripped out of my clothes and climbed under the showerhead.
    I shampooed twice and let the conditioner soak into my hair as I soaped up my body. It felt good to be fully clean again. I rinsed my hair and turned the water off. Stepping out of the shower I dried off quickly. Before hanging up my towel, I noticed that the Band-aid they had put over my arm was stuck to it. I ripped it off and threw it in the trash. Looking around the room, I realized the mirror was attached to a medicine cabinet. I peeked inside, hoping to find a first aid kit or a box of Band-aids. There weren’t any. But what I saw made my stomach clench painfully. A large box of condoms sat alone on the middle shelf.
    Condoms.
    We hadn’t used condoms.
    “Dean!” I screamed, sinking to sit on the toilet lid, my head in my hands as I shivered with fear.
    The door burst open, and Dean rushed into the room, stopping short when he saw me sitting there with tears streaming down my face, the box of condoms in my shaking hand.
    “We didn’t… I didn’t even think…. Oh my God.”
    “Hey,” Dean knelt down and took the blue box out of my hand, dropping it to the floor as he pulled me into his arms. “Hey, don’t worry. We’re all clean, I swear. I can’t even remember the last time one of us got a cold. Are you… I mean, you’re not—”
    I shook my head. “But there are other things, Dean.”
    “Oh.” He sighed and leaned back to look at me. “I had a vasectomy three years ago.”
    I stared at him through tear glazed eyes. “Why? I mean, I know it’s none of my business. But you’re so young.”
    “It was for medical reasons,” he said with a shrug. “Are you all right?”
    “I’m fine,” I said shakily. “I just panicked when I realized.”
    He kissed me, a quick peck of his lips against mine. I smiled weakly and let him pull me to my feet. He snagged a shirt off of the hook on the back of the door and helped me slide it on. I buttoned it quickly as I gave him a quick smile of thanks. When we walked out of the bathroom, Nate and Jasen were standing in the office waiting for us.
    “Are you okay?” Nate asked, concern thick in his voice.
    “Yeah. Sorry about that.” I walked back out