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“I…uh…” Dot glances at Pointy Woman. “You’ve been getting the rounds. It’s non-alcoholic, right?”

Pointy Woman shrugs, still smirking. I think she knows exactly what she did tonight – got Katie drunk on purpose for some damn reason. Probably jealousy.

“We’re leaving,” I tell Katie.

“I want to stay!” Katie argues.

Dot shakes her head.

“Go on,” Dot says to Katie. “Darren will make sure you get home safe. You have to work tomorrow anyway, right? It’s probably better if you drive home tonight instead of heading back to the hotel with us.”

I agree.

Vehemently.

And notjustbecause this curvy goddess is currently pressed against me, provoking a hard-on in my jeans that threatens to become obvious very soon if I don’t get it under control.

Dot looks at me.

“I’m sorry,” she says. “Don’t blame Katie. She doesn’t even drink normally. I think this whole thing was a misunderstanding.”

I look at Pointy Woman. I doubt it was a misunderstanding at all, more like a cruel trick. If a man did this to Katie, I’d probably have him laid out on the sidewalk outside by now with a bloody nose. But I don’t believe in hitting women, so I just give her the nastiest look I can muster. Her eyes widen, and she backs away.

“Let’s go,” I mutter to Katie.

She tries to take a step, and if I weren’t already holding onto her, she’d hit the floor right now. Instead, I pick her up and cradle her in my arms before carrying her out of the bar, to the safety of my warm truck.

CHAPTER 3

KATIE

“Where are we going?”I demand.

“I already told you. Back to my place,” Darren grunts.

Now that he knows I’m safe and sound, he’s back to his usual growly, grumpy self. I consider asking Darren why he hates me so much – after all, what did I ever do to him?

“Why your place?” I ask. “Are we going to have sex?”

This question causes a strange, strangled noise to escape from Darren's throat. I grin, pleased to disarm him.

“Hell no,” he sputters. “We are definitely not going to have sex.”

“Oh. Ouch.”

“Because you're drunk,” Darren continues quickly. “Not because I don't want to. But that doesn’t mean I’m saying I do want to, either.”

“Got it. You’re neutral on sex.”

“Yes. Completely neutral.”

Darren’s Adam's apple bobs in his throat as he swallows. I am mesmerized by the movement. As I’ve always been when it comes to any of Darren’s body parts.

“Neutral,” I continue. “You’re like…like the Switzerland of sex.”

He shakes his head, the corner of his mouth lifting in a reluctant half-smile.

“You aresofucking drunk.”

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