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flights down, she stopped, took off her pumps, then continued going.
    â€œI’m a slut. I’m a slut.” Mikki repeated that mantra over and over again, shamefully.
    How could she have slept with Barry?
    She’d been drinking, yes. And she remembered how good he had looked, even before she’d known he was Barry from her past. And she remembered pressing her body against his on the dance floor . . .
    But what had happened next? Why couldn’t she remember?
    She paused in the stairwell, a memory coming back to her. There had been a kiss. Yes, she remembered his mouth coming down onto hers as they’d danced. Or had she initiated the kiss?
    Make that plural. They’d kissed more than once, and damn, it had felt good. Scorching hot. Barry’s skillful kisses had made her giddy and light-headed.
    Granted, it could have been the beer that had made her light-headed. The beer that had made her do something so completely out of character.
    Suddenly, Alex’s paranoid warning about men—even the bartenders—putting drugs into a woman’s drink didn’t seem so paranoid. Was that what had happened? Had something been added to the beer that had made her lose control?
    And just how out of control had she been? Her body was throbbing in a variety of places, and her inner thighs felt strained, making it clear that whatever they’d done in Barry’s bed had been . . . a workout.
    But no matter how much she racked her brain for a memory of what had happened in the hotel room, she couldn’t conjure it.
    â€œIf you’re going to be a slut,” Mikki said, panting slightly as she reached the main floor, “you at least want to remember the experience.”
    She took a moment to catch her breath before slipping back into her shoes. She tightened her jacket around her, then opened the door leading to the lobby.
    As she began to stride with her head held high, she once again felt the strain on her inner thighs. It had been a long time since her body had felt muscle tension after making love. Just how wild had she and Barry gotten?
    Well, she would never find out. Because Barry lived in Chicago. That was one thing she remembered that he’d said the previous night. The chances of them running into each other again were slim to none.
    Whatever she’d needed to do, she’d gotten it out of her system. Debbie had told her that having sex with someone else would help her get over Alex. But the sad reality was, sex with Barry hadn’t made her forget that Alex had broken her heart.
    Perhaps because she couldn’t remember the experience. But she certainly wasn’t about to look Barry up and ask him for a play-by-play of what they’d done.
    And she definitely hoped that Barry didn’t try to find her. Though if he did, good luck. New York was a big city, with a gazillion law firms. She hadn’t given him any specific details as to where she worked.
    Had she?
    She certainly hoped not. And if Barry reached out to her on Facebook, she would deny his friendship request.
    Because no matter how much she might have enjoyed her night with him, Barry wasn’t her type. Not a man who had once been known as Barry the Fairy.
    Mikki strode across the beautiful lobby, not making eye contact with anyone for fear that they would see in her eyes the truth of what she’d done last night.
    Sex with a stranger. He may as well be, given that they hadn’t seen each other in thirteen years.
    As Mikki exited the hotel, she felt a little bad for leaving Barry without so much as a note or a good-bye. It wasn’t that she didn’t like him. Indeed, they’d been friends in high school. From what Mikki remembered, she’d been one of his very few friends. Where Barry was concerned, people hadn’t looked past the exterior. And the fact that he’d come to their high school two months into their junior year made him easy prey for those who’d already