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brief moment all she knew was contentment. But then her eyes did open and reality set in. Well, it set in after she blinked a few times, the sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows temporarily blinding her.
    As her eyes adjusted she took in the open-beam ceiling—that went on for days—above her, before she turned her head to the side to find a naked man next to her.
    Liam was fast asleep, his face buried in the pillow and his dark brown hair rumpled all around his head. One of his arms was wrapped around her stomach, his hand on her hip.
    Everything about last night came back to her in an instant.
    His hand at the small of her back as he’d leaned in close to her at the bar. His lips at her ear, the sound of his rich southern draw filling her up with a warmth that had absolutely nothing to do with the alcohol.
    She couldn’t even blame her actions on drinking because she’d been fully and totally in control of herself when she’d decided to go home with him…well, unless she could count being drunk on lust. And as she remembered the countless out-of-body experiences he’d given her throughout the night, she wasn’t quick to discount it, either.
    The thing was, she’d spent about seven conscious hours with the man, but it didn’t feel like she’d just met him. No, it felt like something much more.
    But none of that changed the fact that Harper did not do one-night stands. She didn’t even dabble in them, didn’t even stick her toe in the water. So to say this was out of character would be an understatement. Yet there she was, waking up next to a guy she’d only just met on the morning that should’ve been her wedding.
    Oh. Good. God.
    The wedding that would never be to the man who had left her. Brad had been far from her thoughts. She’d been entirely focused on Liam, and why wouldn’t she be? He made her laugh, made her come harder than she’d ever come in her entire life…and made her forget everything besides him and her.
    She couldn’t do this again. Wasn’t ready for another man in her life—not that Liam wanted to be a part of her life. Hell, he’d probably be trying to get rid of her the second he opened his eyes. Harper chose not to focus on the fact that the thought of him wanting her gone was worse than anything else.
    Nope. She wasn’t going to do it. Instead she was going to get out of there. Stat.
    Priority number one: getting dressed.
    She sat up ever so slowly, gently pulling Liam’s hand from her body before she got out of bed. Her clothes were scattered all around the room and she had to stop herself from groaning out loud at the sight before her. She started gathering the garments as fast as she could, cataloging as she went.
    Panties: hanging from a knob on the dresser. Check .
    Shirt: at the foot of the bed. Check .
    Pants: on top of a chair in the corner. Check .
    Boots: the right was in the middle of the floor. Check. And the left…was…just peeking out from under the side of the bed. Check .
    Purse: sitting in the entryway of the bedroom and miraculously still zipped up…unlike her pants. Check .
    Bra…bra…nope, no bra.
    Where the hell was it?
    Liam shifted in the bed, his arms flexing as he buried his face farther into the pillow. Her bra was just going to have to be a casualty. There was no time to waste.
    She headed out of the room in search of a bathroom, being careful to move as quietly as possible across the hardwood floors. Every time a board squeaked her heart flew up into her throat. She made it to the end of the hallway before she found a bathroom and ducked inside, closing the door behind her with an unavoidable—and very audible—snap. But it was nothing to the flush of the toilet a minute later, though there was no avoiding that, either.
    She dressed quickly, her ample chest looking downright indecent in her shirt sans bra. But there was nothing for it.
    There was also nothing to do about the state of her hair, which was Bed Head 5000 no