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has left the barn, angel. Now stop struggling before you hurt yourself,” he barks, falling against the dresser with a curse when I try and fail to flop to my feet.
    Of course God can’t spare me my humiliation and I watch in horror as the top drawer tips the last remaining inch and crashes to the ground, dumping panties and bras all over the floor before the bright pink, very lifelike piѐce de résistance flops onto the wood and rolls slowly into the tip of his shoe.
    I don’t look up as my face flames. My mind screams at me not to look, even as my guilty eyes peek up to see him blinking down at me in shock.
    “It’s not mine.”
    His shoulders shake even as I look down at the offensive plastic phallus, and I swear to everything holy that I’m never seeing him again. Never.
    “That’s too bad, angel, we could have a lot of fun with it.”
    ***
    “The cat goes!” he rages an hour later as the doctor plops a bandage over the three stitches on my head and comes at me with a sling.
    I feel nothing but tranquil right now as the painkillers swim through my blood. Turns out I also twisted my ankle, badly, though Lord knows I couldn’t assess all the damage with my wailing and flopping around. And let’s not forget I almost died when my vibrator made an appearance.
    Misha is pacing the hospital room looking furious as the doctor finishes up and I lie on my ass in total bliss. Man, whatever they gave me sure is making me feel groovy.
    “Did you hear what I said, Irina? That little bastard is gone!”
    “Not Sweetie. He’s m’pal…got an un’standing,” I mumble, giggling for no good reason when he turns to me, his eyes blazing.
    “That little bastard hurt you, Irina. He goes,” he fumes, making me blink in confusion before coming to sit beside me. “I almost kicked his furry little ass.” He leans in to kiss my poor throbbing head with a sigh.
    “He didn’t mean it.”
    “He goes or he goes missing in the middle of the night,” he whispers, dragging his mouth to my ear.
    I’m high as a kite but not so out of it that my nipples don’t peak and send shudders of delight right through me. The man is lethal as he continues to plant little kisses over my cheek and finally stops at my mouth, his breath brushing my lips.
    I want to reach up and eradicate those last remaining inches. I want it so bad I can almost feel the softness of his mouth on mine, but not even my drug-induced euphoria can overcome my natural shyness.
    Not after the dildo incident.
    “How’d you get to me so fast?” I ask only when the silence and that intense stare become too much and he pulls back with a shrug, running a hand down his neck.
    “I was already on my way to you.”
    “Why? And how do you know where I live?”
    ***
    Misha
    She’s gorgeous. And so freaking adorable, I’m having the hardest time not laughing my ass off at her. I know exactly what happened tonight and how my poor girl ended up headfirst in that dresser and the knowledge makes me hard and furious all at the same time.
    When I’m not on the verge of laughing my ass off.
    She’s asleep now, having asked her question and dozed off immediately after, her light snores piercing the quiet room with her every breath.
    My first instinct is to call my brothers and her friends, but I know she’d die of embarrassment should anyone know she was felled by a crazy-ass cat while trying to get to her sex toy.
    The thought makes me huff out an incredulous laugh again and I lean back in the uncomfortable chair, settling in for a night of no sleep and worry as the nurses start coming in every hour on the hour due to the concussion my girl did not escape.
    By hour five, Ri is so surly and combative that I have to apologize to the nurse.
    “You’re too gorgeous, ya know,” she mutters, licking her dry lips. “I shoulda known when I saw you you’d be trouble.”
    I grin at her grumpy mumblings and lean closer to hear her sleepy tirade.
    “The one time I wanna just screw a