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they slept together, it’d been a mistake. No, she corrected smugly. The mistake would’ve been that she was too drunk to remember it. Did she feel different? Wouldn’t she have been able to tell if she and Carter had slept together? She would’ve been sore. Blissfully, wonderfully sore.
    “We didn’t…” How to put it? “Tell me we didn’t…”
    He busted out laughing.
    Of course Carter hadn’t made a move. Of course they hadn’t slept together.
    Not his type. You’re. Not. His. Type.
    Disappointment streamed through her, but she buried it with anger. She smacked him in the chest.
    “Hey! Watch it!” Carter recovered, guarding the Mickey mug with his other hand. “I spilled soda on your couch the day before yesterday. If I spill coffee today, you might make me buy you a new one.” His eyebrows danced. “Or maybe that’s your plan. This thing looks haggard.”
    Ignoring him completely, Faith sipped the Veranda Blend coffee and moaned when the creaminess hit her tongue. He’d put French vanilla creamer in it. Just the way she liked. She couldn’t help but wonder if he was an attentive lover.
    “You fell asleep,” he said, his words a sexy drawl. “I covered you up and locked the door on my way out.”
    His scent clung to the blanket, to the couch. What she wouldn’t give to have his scent cling to her skin…
    “How’d you get back in?” she asked.
    “Used the key you hide above the door.”
    Okay, he was sweet, but way too observant. Damn cops.
    “Do you remember anything about last night?” he asked.
    Her stomach churned as memories of the night before swam into mental view. Oh, she recalled a few things. How could she forget? She took a solid gulp of her coffee. “I remember vodka, an ax murderer, and a marriage proposal.”
    “Good. The important things.” He nodded. “What do you think?”
    “You’re serious?”
    “Why not?”
    “Because it’s crazy! Hasn’t the light of day knocked some sense into you?”
    She suddenly had the urge to pace. Taking her coffee with her, she pushed off from the couch and headed out the front door onto the porch. The morning air was crisp and cold, typical for January, with a misty rain moving through the trees. It felt better out here—she could breathe easier. Her porch stretched the entire length of her house and wrapped around the side. She walked the length and back, thinking about Carter’s predicament, her brother’s tuition, and her options.
    And why she’d ultimately decided to say yes.
    By the time Carter joined her outside, she felt better about the whole thing. Barely, but the time away from him helped.
    “I want to pay you back,” she said finally, leaning against the railing. “If you cover Dawson’s tuition for now that’s fine, but I want to pay you back when I can.”
    “Deal.” Carter settled onto the wooden porch swing facing her and kicked his feet against the deck to get it moving. He had a kind of powerful grace that struck Faith when he was doing the simplest of things…like pushing a wooden swing. He’d be lethal in wolf form, no doubt. “As long as you know that you don’t have to pay me back for anything. I’d gladly cover his tuition for what you’re doing for me.”
    Like to be doing a lot of other things for you, to you, whatever.
    She nodded slowly, took a deep breath, and pushed dirty thoughts of Carter out of her mind. “Aren’t you the least bit worried that the council is going to see through this? I’m not like your other girlfriends. I’m going to have to pretend to be somebody completely different to make this believable.” The thought saddened her, though she didn’t know why.
    “I don’t think you should be anyone but you. That’s the only way this will work.” He kicked his feet out and back, his jeans pulling taut over his legs as he stretched them out. “Do you want a wedding?”
    Her coffee was fresh, but it wasn’t bold enough for this discussion. “Dawson’s the only family I