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something?”
    â€œSick? No, not sick,” he said as if that only touched the surface of the whole story.
    â€œThen how do you know I drank too much?”
    â€œYou passed out on me, honey.”
    â€œOh.” How embarrassing. Mortifying images of herself falling down dead drunk flashed through her mind.
    â€œYou didn’t actually pass out,” he amended as if he could tell what she was thinking about herself. “You just fell asleep. At a pretty inopportune time.”
    There was an allusion in that. But Abby couldn’t even begin to guess what he was alluding to. A whole world of possibilities came to life in her mind, but she didn’t think she could handle knowing if any of them had really happened. At least not right away.
    So instead she tried to ease into how many ways she might have embarrassed herself by asking, “Did I drool in my sleep?”
    He smiled down at her, and she had a sudden memory of the evening before. Of that terrific smile honing in on her as if she were the only person he’d been aware of in the whole bar.
    â€œNo drooling, no,” he answered.
    â€œDid I snore?”
    â€œNo snoring.”
    â€œAnd it was you who put me to bed?” she asked cautiously, edging toward some harder-to-know facts.
    â€œThat I did,” he said with a slow devilry in his tone.
    She couldn’t help it. She had to lift the covers and look down at herself just to make sure her clothes really were basically intact.
    â€œNo, I didn’t undress you,” he assured.
    â€œThank you. I think.”
    â€œBut you aren’t sure.”
    How could she be sure when she didn’t have any idea what had gone on between them, clothes or no clothes?
    â€œDid we...did I ruin your evening?” she ventnred.
    â€œRuin my evening?”
    â€œI’m sure pouring a drunken woman into your bed was not the ending you had in mind I mean it couldn’t have been much...fun...for you,” she said, fishing for answers.
    â€œYou might be surprised.”
    His insinuation made her heartbeat speed up. “Did I do something...fun...before you had to put me to bed?”
    â€œLet’s just say I had a good time.”
    Was he teasing her? She couldn’t tell. And her fog-shrouded brain was not giving up any memories to help her out.
    â€œI’m afraid I can’t recall much about last night.”
    â€œpity.”
    It took courage to ask “Did I disgrace myself?”
    â€œDisgrace yourself? I didn’t think wild women cared about that kind of thing.”
    Wild women.
    Oh, dear.
    â€œHow do you know about...that wild-woman thing?”
    â€œYou told me that’s what you are.”
    â€œAh.” She swallowed back her own worst fears and said, “But did I prove it?”
    He grinned mischievously from the side of his mouth. “Wild women don’t care what happened whether they can remember it or not. They just pick up and go on bein’ wild,” he said as if he were anticipating the benefits of that.
    â€œUh...I think I should warn you that I’m not really such a wild woman. I mean, I’m...well...I’m a baker.”
    â€œYou have my ovens lit—that’s for sure.”
    â€œNo, honestly. It’s what I do for a living—bake. Cakes. Cookies. Pies. Brownies.”
    He shrugged one of those broad shoulders she had a vague memory of laying her head against. “Even wild women have to have a day job. It’s those off-hours that count,” he added with a lascivious arch to one eyebrow.
    Without thinking about it, she held the covers in a tight-fisted grip as if it would protect her from what she’d gotten herself into here. This wasn’t the kind of run-of-the-mill good ol’ boy that Clangton was rife with. This was a man handsome enough to have women throwing themselves at him. Certainly this was a man accustomed to women making good on what they promised. And he