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doesn’t hurt too much.”
    She didn’t know what had happened. One minute she was teetering on the edge of desire and the next she was embarrassed and being walked home by a much younger man who was acting like a big brother! Damn alcohol. She just shouldn’t drink.

 
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER four
     
     
    Hannah awoke to a mouth that felt as dry as a desert.
    “Water…” she managed to rasp as she opened one eye to survey the room around her. Light blue walls reflected the morning sunlight and she squinted in pain. On the nightstand next to her sat a full glass of water and a bottle of ibuprofen. A handwritten note with a smiley face read, “Take me.”
    She sat up to reach for the bottle and was startled to feel the cold air against bare skin. She ran her hand down her body. She was totally naked. She had no memory of taking off her clothes or getting into bed. Had Charlie helped her? Did anything happen between them? Surely she would have remembered kissing him. Kissing...that triggered something.
    No, there had been no kissing. She’d embarrassed herself. He was going to kiss her and then she’d brought up his wife. In the long run it was probably for the best. While a drunken night of hot sex with a much younger, amazingly gorgeous man would have been a dream come true, her integrity was probably more important.
    The door opened and she pulled the covers quickly to her breasts.
    “Good morning, Hannah!” Charlie was carrying a tray with fruit, bagels and steaming hot coffee.
    Her stomach lurched at the food but her pounding head told her the coffee was a no brainer.
    “Did you sleep OK?”
    “Ummm, I honestly don’t know. Do you happen to have any idea how I ended up naked?” She eyed her neatly folded clothes on the chair in the corner.
    “I do.” He winked at her.
    “What happened?” She covered her eyes with her hand, peering out from between two fingers.
    “Don’t worry. Your honor’s intact. You didn’t sleep with a married man or anything,” he teased. “You were so drunk when I brought you in here that you started taking things off and throwing them on the floor before I could even look for your night clothes. I picked everything up and put it on the chair, made sure you were covered up and let you be.”
    “Ah. Oh my God. I’m Sorry, Charlie.” She shifted her position under the covers. “I’m so embarrassed.” 
    “So we’re back to Charlie,” he said.
    She looked around the decidedly girly room, trying whatever she could to avoid his gaze.
    “Don’t be sorry. It was quite a show. I thoroughly enjoyed watching your unintentional striptease.”
    As if she wasn’t uncomfortable enough with the headache and raging thirst, he had to continue last night’s flirtations? She needed to put a stop to this sooner rather than later but before she could say what was on her mind, he’d set the tray down and quietly closed the door behind him.
    Hannah took the ibuprofen and a long hot shower before lying down another few minutes. When she got up she finally started feeling like herself again. Unfortunately she was also starting to feel supremely awkward. She entered the living area with the intent of hashing it all out.
    They were grown-ups. There needed to be ground rules. There were some lines she wasn’t going to cross. She was surprised to see him sitting in the middle of the floor surrounded by photos. He patted the ground next to him.
    “Come here, we need to talk.”
    “We do.”
    She sank to the floor beside him. He’d obviously showered after she did because small beads of water clung to the back of his dark brown curls that he pushed behind his ear. Here we go again she thought as her body began to respond to the proximity of his. She felt warmth bridging the space between her legs and her breathing hitched.
    He reached out and laid a casual hand on her thigh, absent-mindedly rubbing his thumb lightly back and forth against the hem of the cotton shorts she’d picked for