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    As I hang there, I push my hands into the hips of the mystery person carrying me, noticing with confusion that I’m now wearing a flannel shirt over my silver tank top, and pulling my head back a bit, I see that whoever’s got me has a nice ass.
    “You have a very nice ass,” I tell them sweetly because they are after all, carrying me and I doubt I could be doing such a fine job of it on my own, and I think the least I can do is be nice and show some gratitude for their effort. I then hear a gruff “harrumph” coming from the person, and at that I gather it’s got to be a man because it’s a manly sound and this is a rather manly ass.
    As we continue on our way, my upper body bobbing against this man’s back, I relax and feel like I lose time again because when I “wake up” it now occurs to me through my drunken haze that maybe what’s happening isn’t such a good thing. I mean, this could be a serial killer who’s now got me. Holy shit!
    “Uh… hey?” I say, but to no avail as he keeps walking with me and not answering. I speak again, this time trying to lighten the situation because maybe this serial killer has a sense of humor and he’ll like that about me and decide to let me live. “Um, you know, the whole caveman role-playing thing has always been a fantasy of mine. I mean, what woman wouldn’t love to be swept off her feet by a hot macho man, alpha male?” I wait for a response and when one doesn’t come, in the hopes of buttering this guy up and keeping him from murdering me, I tack on, “And one with a nice ass to boot!” Still no answer. In a last ditch effort at diversion, I petition, “But, I, uh, think it’d probably be best if we just, you know, go our separate ways because clearly we have a lack of communication going on here.”
    “Shut up, Amelia.”
    And I freeze.
    Kade has me.
    Holy fucking shit.
    You know, I never thought I’d be weighing in on this option, but if right now I had to choose between Kade or a serial killer having me, well, Jack the Ripper, c’mon down! You have been chosen as the next contestant on the Slice is Right!
    And my sense of humor astounds me.
    Ugh.
     

Chapter 4
     
    I next hear a key in a lock and a door open and close, but have no clue where I am. I’m taken up some stairs then tossed onto a bed where I bounce and let out an “Oomph!”
    I try sitting up, but fall back to the bed as my head spins then feel the bed dip as Kade sits. He picks up one of my feet and tries taking off my shoe but I see he’s having a hard time of it as I watch him through half-slit eyes.
    “Michael Kors,” I mumble in explanation and hear him mutter a “Huh?” so I keep going. “These are my Michael Kors super strappy sandals deluxe. I don’t know why I wore them when it’s so cold out, but they went with my jeans and shirt, so I had to match, right? And I love them ‘cause they’re just sexy and hot, don’t you think?” When he doesn’t answer, I close my eyes and clarify, “Zipper. Heel. Down. Off.”
    And I’m out.
    ~~~
    I wake to someone banging on the door of the shop downstairs and lie there hoping they’ll go away, but the banging just gets louder. Looking at the clock on my bedside table, I see it’s eight in the morning. Great.
    I don’t usually get hangovers, so as I sit up I’m hoping my body keeps up with this awesome little asset, which it thankfully does, and I find I only have a touch of a headache, which means I’m dehydrated but I’ll live. Getting out of bed, I glance down and see I’m in my panties and bra. Huh. How the heck did I get home last night?
    And then I remember.
    Kade.
    Holy crap!
    He carried me home over his shoulder. And apparently he undressed me. Ack!
    The banging on the door begins again so I grab my robe and pull it on, tying the belt as I go downstairs to see who the hell can’t wait until a decent hour to wake me.
    “I’m coming!” I shout as I make my way to the door trying to smooth my hair a little