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forearms, Thea closed
her eyes, thankful the headache from hell had lifted. If her eyes hadn’t felt as
if she’d just come out of a raging sandstorm, she might have felt more life-like.
    But, she wasn’t complaining. Not really. As far as hangovers went, this
one hadn’t been too bad.
    What was bothering her was the gnawing feeling in the pit of her gut
that the nebulous flashes of memory she kept having weren’t from some dream she’d
had last night.
    It didn’t matter how much she told herself there was no way she’d say any
of those things to Cain no matter how much she’d had to drink, the uneasy
feeling of impending doom kept washing over her in ever-increasing waves. And repeatedly
chanting it couldn’t have happened wasn’t helping.
    But really, it couldn’t have happened. Could it?
    Panic washed over her yet again in a rapid, heated flush.
    Oh God.
    Those memories had to be from a dream because if they weren’t
she’d have to kill herself.
    For real.
    She whipped her head up off her desk and proceeded to shuffle some papers
around, looking for some kind of distraction. But no matter what she did, she
couldn’t shake the horrible feeling she’d done the unthinkable.
    A sharp rap on her office door interrupted her nicely escalating freak-out
session. Words weren’t anywhere near enough to express how grateful she was for
the distraction from her self-made hell. “Come in.”
    The door swung wide, and typical of the day she was having, it revealed
the very last person she wanted to see. Almost as if she’d summoned him with
the power of her thoughts.
    “ Cain. ”
    His warm smile was tinged with a hint of wariness, unusual for him. “I
hope I’m not interrupting anything too important.”
    Nope, nothing important. Just me having a freaking panic attack. “What
do you want, Cain?”
    His grin widened, as if he had a delicious secret, and the sick feeling
in her gut increased ten-fold. Her jaw clenched in anticipation of the worst.
She hated this. She just knew he was going to say something she didn’t
want to hear.
    “How are you feeling today?”
    Her freak-out meter went clear off the charts. “I’m fine.” No way was she
going to ask him why he was asking.
    No way.
    He nodded. “Good. I’m glad to hear it. I thought you might have a killer
headache today.”
    Shit. Shit. Shit. “Why would you think that?”
    He wouldn’t say it. He would not. She surreptitiously
crossed her fingers, her legs, everything that would cross, and for good
measure, sent up a prayer to anyone who might be listening.
    “Well, you sounded pretty drunk when you called me last night.”
    Shit. Fuck. Damn.
    Her stomach plummeted and then threatened to empty its contents in what
would have been the final humiliating straw.
    Through sheer determination, she forced her stomach to settle down. She
cleared her throat, clinging to the highly improbable hope he was talking about
something else. “Last night’s call?”
    His eyes twinkled, and mischief etched every line of his features.
“You’re not going to get out of it that easy, Thea. I know you remember calling
me last night. And I know you remember why you called. I also know I’ll
never forget it. Hell, my cock’s still half-hard just thinking about it.”
    Her insides fell as if she’d just hurtled down a hundred foot roller
coaster drop. There was no easy way out of this one. “I didn’t know what I was
saying.”
    Okay, that was lame.
    “Your red face says otherwise. You remember and you meant every word of
it. Why are you fighting this? I’m here and I want us to get back together.”
    Just like that. “Are you kidding me?”
    His gaze intent, he gave one slow shake of his head. “Not even close.
What’s the problem? You afraid to own up to last night’s invitation?”
    She shook her head. “I told you, I didn’t know what I was saying.”
    He just looked at her, which made her feel kind of stupid. Her temper
rose. Did he really think she was