Page 77 of Counting On You

Oh, my God.

Please don’t tell me I slept with him.

His voice draws me back. “Relax. We haven’t.”

“Then why are we both naked?”

“I don’t know about you, but I always sleep naked.” His lips twitch.

“I don’t.” I stare at him, confused. “Why did I take off my clothes?”

“Because you stripped…a little. Mentioned it was too hot and that you had to remove your dress and underwear.”

I stare at him. That’s not me. I never do stuff like that.

“Why am I in your room?”

“You didn’t want to sleep alone. You said you were scared, so I offered you my bed.” My jaw drops. The skin around his eyes crinkle, and I realize he looks so damn delicious in the morning, I feel the slightest bit of regret that wedidn’tdo the deed.

“What was I supposed to do?” Kade asks.

“Say no?”

He lets out a laugh. “Do you have any idea how often I had to say no last night? Damn, woman, you’re the most stubborn person I’ve ever met. I was about to give in when you finally passed out. Thank God for that.”

He can’t be serious.

“So, you just let me sleep in your bed while you chose the floor?” If what he says is true, I can’t help but feel offended that he felt the need to reject me so many times.

“What was I supposed to do? Throw you out of my bed? You invited yourself in, and before I could stop it, you fell asleep.”

I cock my head, a part of me wanting him to lie. But his expression is honest. Even his smile is gone.

“So, nothing happened?” I ask again.

“No.”

I bury my face in my hands. “God. I must have looked like a complete fool.”

“It wasn’t that bad.” I look at him and find him smiling again. “Just do me a favor and never drink vodka again. You were lucky nobody heard the ruckus you caused outside when I had to carry you inside. You put up quite the fight.”

“Sorry.” Cringing, I try to fathom when it all started to go so wrong last night. Then I remember the Facebook account: Bruce and the picture of him and his ex.

“How are you?” Kade asks softly.

“The term train wreck jumps to mind.” I smirk. “I just want to cut off my head.”

He lets out a laugh. “Go take a shower while I’m getting us breakfast.”

Even though I shouldn’t, I stare at his naked butt as he grabs his clothes and strolls out of the room.

Damn! He looks hot. Muscular, but not too much.

Before he closes the door, he turns and winks, catching me staring a little too intently.

My face catches fire, but I don’t avert my gaze.

I embarrassed myself so much last night, what’s a little more, right?

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