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from the shirt, closer to the bed. Then came her bra, followed by her frumpy granny panties, which were on the floor next to the bed.
    Nooooo.
    One more glance at Barry made it all too real. His clothes were also thrown about the room, which meant he was also naked. But if he was wearing briefs, she would feel a world of relief.
    Gingerly lifting the sheet covering his behind, Mikki gasped when she saw his naked butt.
    Oh, good God in heaven. What exactly had happened between them last night?
    Dumb question. Mikki knew what had happened.
    Well, what must have happened. Because the last thing she could remember was being in the bar, on the dance floor with Barry.
    Everything after that was a blank.
    Mortified, Mikki slipped out from under the covers and off the bed. She picked up her panties, then her bra and the rest of her clothing. Creeping across the floor so she didn’t make any noise, she made her way into the bathroom.
    No more alcohol for her. Clearly, being under the influence messed with her brains. Because she was not this person. She wasn’t a woman who slept with a guy the first night she’d met him.
    Granted, she’d known Barry for two years in high school, but still. She hadn’t seen him in thirteen years.
    This was unacceptable.
    And she couldn’t even remember it!
    Maybe she’d been drunk and Barry had taken her to his hotel room. Maybe he’d undressed her and put her in his bed so she could get some rest. Maybe there was a perfectly good reason why he had taken off every stitch of her clothing that had nothing to do with doing the dirty.
    Yeah, right. And maybe Isabel had decided to join a convent.
    Her nipples were throbbing, sensitive. It was clear Barry had played with them—a lot.
    Groaning, Mikki glanced at herself in the mirror. Damn, she looked guilty. “You slept with him,” she said accusingly to her reflection. “My God, you’re a slut.”
    She had to get out of here. She couldn’t face Barry in the light of day. If she thought she was a slut, what would he think of her? Sure, he had been party to whatever had happened in his bed, but still. Men were forgiven for behaving promiscuously. Congratulated, even. Women were not.
    Mikki quickly got dressed. Then she opened the bathroom door and peered in the direction of the bed. Barry was still on his stomach, his one leg still jutting from beneath the sheet. She was certain he hadn’t moved, which meant he was still asleep.
    Hopefully soundly.
    Mikki found her pumps and slipped into them. Her leather jacket was also on the floor beside the door, and she shrugged into it.
    She was about to open the door and make a hasty exit when she remembered her purse. A quick scan of the area and she couldn’t see it. There was no way she’d left it at the bar . . . had she?
    Silently cursing, Mikki moved through the room, fearing every second that Barry would wake up. Not seeing her purse anywhere, something came to her.
    It was likely under a piece of Barry’s clothing.
    His shirt was thrown into a heap on the armchair, and Mikki lifted it with one finger.
    Bingo. The purse was there.
    She slipped the leather strap over her shoulder, then went back to the door. One more glance at Barry, who thankfully still appeared to be asleep, and Mikki knew it was time to make her move. She opened the hotel door as quietly as possible, then crept out of the room.
    In the quiet of the hallway, the door closing sounded like a bomb going off. Her heart beginning to pound, she rushed down the corridor. She came upon the bank of elevators but didn’t stop. If Barry had heard the door closing, he might be getting his clothes on to come after her.
    Instead, Mikki raced to the far end of the hallway, toward the stairwell. When she saw the exit door, she finally looked to her right to figure out what floor she was on.
    Fifteen!
    No matter. She went into the stairway nonetheless and began her descent. Two