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strained to remember something—anything—that would explain how she had gotten into this room. She raised her left hand to massage her pounding temples, and a flash of gold caught her eye. Holding her hand at arm’s length, she recognized Chris’s signet ring on her fourth finger.
    She sat up and peered cautiously over the edge of the bed. The sight of the two heads at the other end, one golden and one ebony, did little to console her.
    Struggling to her feet, Kennie tried to reassure herself. She fought to stay calm, to remember what had happened. They were all dressed. Nothing catastrophic could have happened.
    Her gaze traveled from the immense bed to the seating area on the opposite side of the luxurious hotel room. She didn’t know where she was. But she certainly knew where she was going—to the airport, where she should have stayed in the first place.
    What time was it? She’d missed her flight! Where was her ticket? She panicked, then saw it jutting out from her pink canvas bag on an end table. She grabbed it and clutched it to her chest, relief pouring over her.
    Now, just to get out of here.
    So intent was she on reaching the door on the other side of the room, she didn’t see the bouquet of white roses that lay in her path until she stepped on them with her bare left foot. “Aaah!” She gritted her teeth in mid-gasp and grabbed the back of a sofa with one hand while she massaged her tender instep with the other.
    Slowed but not waylaid, she scooped her purse up from the floor and kept going, scanning the room for her sandals. She grabbed one shoe from the floor and one from atop a large white book that sat on a cocktail table. She was halfway to the door when the book’s title registered in her dazed mind. She pivoted slowly and stared at the table, at the bulky white vinyl book, at its gilt lettering: A Remembrance of Our Wedding.
    At the bouquet of white roses.
    At the ring on her finger.
    At the two men in bed.
    And screamed.

CHAPTER THREE

    “WHAT THE HELL?” Alex shot upright and rubbed his unshaven face. He surveyed the messy bed and did a double take when he saw his friend beside him.
    Chris rolled over more slowly, more agonizingly, and groaned. “Lord, I must have really tied one on last night—”
    “You! You!”
    Alex stared past the foot of the bed at Kennie. He blinked a few times, then remembered. Oh, damn. Did he remember.
    Chris’s gaze followed his, and he jerked upright, “What’s she doing here?”
    “You have to ask?” Kennie gasped. She held her hands clenched stiffly at her side as she began slowly walking toward them, her voice a low, feral growl. “You mean to tell me you don’t even remember?”
    “Remember what?” Chris rolled to an upright position.
    Alex watched in amazement as she swung her left arm back, then flung her fist forward, catching Chris square on the jaw.
    “Good grief!” Chris dived under the covers, his arms shielding his face from further blows. “Stop her! She’s trying to kill me!”
    “You’d darn well better believe it,” Kennie spat, grabbing an empty champagne bottle from the nightstand. All the fury of a Texas tempest fueled her rage as she wound up.
    Alex snapped out of his daze and scrambled across the bed, catching her from behind, one arm firmly surrounding her squirming body, the other hand closing around the bottle. “Hold on a minute! You’re going to hurt somebody!”
    She twisted in his arms, fighting to get free. “Let go of me! That son of a sidewinder took advantage of me!”
    “I most assuredly did not!” Chris’s muffled voice emerged from beneath the quivering covers. “Tell her I’m innocent!”
    “Innocent, my eye!” Kennie sputtered.
    “It—it’s not what you think!” Alex choked on his words, his throat tightening against his laughter. She’d never forgive him for laughing. But when she craned her head to glare at him, he felt his grin widen, and he erupted into deep laughter that filled the room,