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“I’m going to have to take you to my place. Don’t worry, I’m not a bad guy,” he says. “I think.”

“That’s reassuring,” I mumble sarcastically. “Also you might not be a bad guy. But you’re still a jerk.”

I think I hear him laugh. And then the darkness pulls me under.

CHAPTER 5

Graham

Iwatch her as she wakes the next morning. She slept soundly the entire night. I know that because I was unable to sleep a wink. There were too many things running through my mind. She could have woken up in the middle of the night, scared and wondering where she was. Or she could have woken up in the middle of the night and wanted to harm me.

I have no idea who this woman is. And yet I saved her last night and brought her home. It’s been a long time since I did anything that selfless.

She still hasn’t noticed me yet. Very slowly, her eyes open fully. She sits up on the bed, which is when she finally looks to her right. She takes me in, noticing me seated on a chair right by the bed. I watch her eyes widen and her mouth open.

“Don’t scream,” I warn quickly.

If she starts screaming now, I’ll be left with an even worse headache than I already have.

Thankfully, her mouth clamps shut.

“Who the hell are you? And what am I doing here?”

“Relax. Try to remember,” I say gently.

Her eyes narrow. “I can name at least five horror movies where a serial killer is seated in the exact same position as you while they watch their next victim.”

My lips twitch. “I’m not a serial killer. Come on, concentrate. Try to remember what happened last night,” I prompt.

She glares at me for a second before closing her eyes and clutching her head. “Ah,” she cries out.

“Yeah, you’ll have a terrible headache. The drug you were given last night could have been dangerous in a large quantity. Considering how long it took for you to lose consciousness, though, I’m guessing he only slipped a little into your drink.”

She looks at me and I see realization dawn in her expression.

“You saved me,” she states.

“You’re welcome.”

She rolls her eyes. “I didn’t thank you. Who even are you? And where the hell am I?”

“Well, currently, you’re in my bed,” I inform her.

Her lips thin. “Is that supposed to be comforting?”

“No. But you asked where you were.”

“I meant where are we? What stre—you know what? Forget it. It doesn’t matter.” She looks at me, her gaze even more focused.

Her eyes are blue, icy blue like the Arctic. I realized that last night when I saved her.

“What happened last night? And before you decide to be a jerk and state the obvious, just remember I’m a very pissed off woman who was assaulted last night. And you’re only one man.”

I smile, wondering how she plans to take me on. “Those are intriguing odds.”

“Just tell me what happened? Where did you come from last night?”

I sigh before starting to speak. “I was at the bar when I noticed that bastard slip something into your drink.

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