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hat on her head with two fingers.
    Sloan chuckled. “You make a valid point. So, I guess that’s it, right? You’re out of the bottle. Mission accomplished. Go team.” He held his fist forward for her to knock. This ought to shut Marty up.
    Jeannie’s eyes were still glassy, but she managed to knock fists with him with a weak stab and a slight shudder of her shoulders.
    “You want a ride back to your car?” He reached for the gearshift to put it into reverse.
    She nodded her head affirmatively. “Yes, master,” was her throaty, sinfully enticing reply.
    Sloan kept his foot on the brake and cocked his head in surprised confusion. “I said, do you want a ride back to your car?”
    “Yes,
maaaaster
,” came out of her mouth once more, only this time in a warbled almost cry while her lips twisted in distaste.
    Sloan paused with a frown. “Did you just call me master?
Master?
” Very. Kinky.
    It was clear she was struggling to keep her lips from moving, but it was as though some invisible entity were forcing the phrase from her lips. “Yes, master,” she all but spat.
    Now her eyes weren’t just glazed. They were glazed and wide with shock and maybe even some horror, if he was reading the drop of her jaw right. Jeannie clapped a hand over her mouth with such force, it echoed in the car.
    Okay, this had gone from a little weird—because let’s face it, he knew weird—to full-on whacked. Wherever this was going, he wasn’t going with. She was alive. She didn’t have any discernible injuries, and excluding the strange way she’d come by her cute outfit, no paranormal abilities. It was time to call this rodeo. No way was he revealing what he’d thought earlier.
    Jeannie blinked, then frowned, clearly choosing her words with caution. “I’d like to go home now,” she whimpered around her fist.
“Please.”
    “Home. I’m on it.” Lifting his foot off the brake, Sloan backed out of the parking lot and made a beeline back toward the house where he’d found her. They rode in relative silence, Jeannie tucking her purse and his jacket to her once barely covered breasts and Sloan trying to keep his eyes off them.
    Woman in crisis, ass. No breast watching for you.
    They slid to a halt right back where they started. Simultaneously, they reached for their respective door handles, Jeannie’s hand shaky, Sloan’s impatient to get out and get her safely to her car before anything else happened.
    He made his way around to her side of the car, placing his hand at her elbow and catching a whiff of the fruity scent she wore. Sloan plucked a lingering cigarette butt from her hair with gentle fingers. “Where’s your car, Jeannie? Give me the keys. I’ll go get it for you.”
    She tipped her purse up to the streetlamp and pulled out her keys, handing them to him, hesitance in her eyes. “It’s just outside of the back gate.” She breathed a sigh of evident relief that her statement didn’t include the word
master
.
    “Why don’t you wait in the car where it’s warm?” he suggested from over his shoulder. If he hurried, he could still catch the last half of the game.
    Footsteps sounded behind him. He paused and turned to find Jeannie to the rear of him, her heels visibly digging into the pavement, her body at an awkward slant. “Did you hear me? You can wait in the car.”
    She wobbled, putting her hands out to steady herself. “Oh, I heard you just fine. Apparently, my feet don’t have their listening ears on.”
    He shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans, rocking back on his heels. “Your feet?” Now what? Had they sprouted wings? At least that would have some paranormal qualities to it.
    “You heard me. My feet aren’t cooperating. Each time you take a step, my feet literally mirror your footsteps, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.”
    “That’s crazy,” he replied, sarcasm seeping into his words before he could prevent it.
    She crossed her arms over her chest, the arms of his