“What are you doing here?” he yelled as he shut the door. “We’re-”
That was all he got out before she let the jacket fall.
His eyes bugged out first. Yelling “What the hell!” he leaped for her, yanking off his plaid overshirt to throw around her. “Jesus, Stone’s here!”
Clutching Nick’s shirt to her body, she whipped around and for the first time surveyed the garage.
Stone indeed stood there by the compressor, mouth agape in shock before he slapped his hands to his face. “My eyes!”
Nick shot him a look of fury, then whirled on Annie. “What the hell was that?”
She grabbed her jacket from the floor before shoving Nick out of her way to get to the door. “That was me trying to seduce you, you ass. And trust me, it was the last time. So I hope you got a good look, because it won’t be happening again!” And with that, she maturely slammed the door behind her.
She managed to wait until she was in her beloved kitchen, surrounded by a few leftover brownies, before she burst into tears and then consumed every last crumb.
Damn idiot man! How many ways were there to screw this up? And had she found them all yet? Miserable, she stood up to make herself another batch of brownies.
Katie opened her eyes. The bright sunlight pierced her eyeballs, making her moan miserably and burrow into her pillow.
“Yeah, vodka’s only fun for a few hours. They should probably put that on the bottle.”
Crap. Risking losing her sight, she squinted her eyes open again. She was in her bed. With the shades up, sunlight streaming in.
And the sexiest, most ridiculously good-looking man she’d ever seen in her life was in bed with her. “Hey,” she whispered.
“Hey, yourself, Goldilocks. Any more bad dreams?”
“No.” And that was the good news. “What are you doing in my bed?”
“You don’t remember?”
She remembered the trip into town to thank Harley.
She remembered the vodka shots.
The wishing on the falling star.
And then Cam, finding her, Serena, and Harley lying on the snow on the sidewalk staring up at those stars.
And…
And nothing.
Try as she might, she couldn’t remember anything past that. Narrowing her eyes at him, she lifted the covers to see if she was still dressed.
She wore her bra and panties. Okaaaaay…
Cam was looking pretty damn amused, so she lifted the covers higher to see his body, but found him fully dressed. “Why am I half naked and you’re not?”
“Are you asking me to get half naked?”
“That would be great, except-” She sat up, then groaned and held her head, because otherwise it might fall off.
“Yeah,” he said at her groan of misery. “I wouldn’t recommend any fast movements after six shots of vodka.”
“Three. I only had three.”
“Serena pours doubles.”
“Crap.”
Still looking amused, he rolled over and out of bed, stretching that long, leanly muscled body before running his hand over his hair to tame it. Not fair. He looked great. It would take her an hour minimum to get even halfway to great.
“Back to what was our first argument,” he said, his morning voice husky and sounding like sin. “You snore way louder than I do.”
“I do not!”
His eyes were lit, his mouth full of laughter. “Oh yeah, you do.”
“Wait a minute. We didn’t…?” She waggled a finger back and forth between them. “Did we?”
He looked more curious than guilty. “You really don’t remember?”
“Nothing past you showing up at Wishful Delights.”
“Ah,” he answered sagely.
Dammit! “How did I get in my underwear, Cam?”
He rocked back on his heels. “Keep thinking.”
Ohmigod. “Please fill in the blanks.”
“I put you in my truck and drove you home, but we made a stop first. Well, two. One at the doc’s for supplies for Annie, and one to do donuts in the snow because you begged me to.”
“I did not beg-” Oh God. “I did. I remember that part now, and then I remember-Oh no.”
“Yeah,” he said with a nod.
She groaned through her fingers. “You saw me puke.”
“I held back your hair. I believe I get brownie points for that.”
She sighed miserably. “And then…?”
“I brought you home.”
“Where you took off my clothes?”
“You don’t remember your little striptease?”
She stared at him as the rest of it all came slamming back into her. Pulling off her shirt. Getting it stuck on her own head. Shucking out of her pants without taking off her boots first-
“Oh God,” she moaned.
“Yeah, there it is.”
“Oh no. No, no, no…Tell me it didn’t happen.”
“I’m afraid it did.”
She covered her face. “I don’t know what’s worse, puking in front of you, or the striptease, or being so bad at it.”
“Definitely the puking.” He shrugged at her expression. “Okay, so that was a rhetorical question, sorry.”
“Oh my God.”
“You’ve said that.”
She wasn’t ever going to be able to look at him again. “So we really didn’t…”
His lips quirked. “Nah, I prefer my women conscious.” He opened the second set of shades and she cringed, diving under the covers. “Sorry, Goldilocks. You have work. End of the month stuff, and you know how Stone loves his reports. So does T.J., who’s going to be home tomorrow.”