“I don’t know… maybe the person that drugged me.”
“Drugged?” Katie stood with my pants clutched in one hand and my boxer briefs in the other.
“Yes, drugged.” I motioned for her to toss my underwear.
“Why the fuck would Maggie drug you?” Katie tossed them.
“She didn’t,” I said, catching them in one hand and slipping them on. “Hedid.”
Katie reached for my utility belt. “Hunter?”
I nodded.
“Leave it,” I said, zipping my pants. “Where I’m going, I’m not a cop.”
chapter 23
‘LIL BIT FUZZY
Maggie
A warmthon my face woke me up. My limbs pressed into the bed, heavy and immovable. The sheets felt wrong. Too soft. Too crisp.
That heaviness extended to my eyelids, but I managed to get them open. Sunlight filtered in through thin curtains. Those weren’t my curtains. This wasn’t my bedroom.
The walls were wrong, some peachy cream color. And a diamond-studded chandelier hung from the ceiling directly overhead.
I tried to sit up, but it took a moment before I had the strength.
“Mo chróí, you’re awake.” Hunter rushed to the bed, sitting to my side. “Did you enjoy your massage last night?” He grabbed my hand and ran his thumb over the ring.
How did that get back on there?
“Yolanda said you were so tense she needed an extra twenty minutes to get the knots out.”
“Oh, uh… yeah. I guess.” I finally sat up, confused as towhere I was.
Hunter put a pillow behind my back. “Well, you look refreshed. Didn’t want to wake you when I returned from the bar with your father, so I slept on the couch.” He rubbed my arm softly.
“My father? Hunter, where are we?”
“Wow, Yolanda must have really knocked you out.” He chuckled. “At the hotel, darling. We split up. Remember? The men down to the bar, and you women had a night at the spa.”
“I thought everyone left from home.” I rubbed my forehead, trying to make sense of it all. “We stayed back… and Graham?—”
“No, darling. Graham was not involved.”
“But Annie said—” I opened my mouth and closed it again. The edges of last night kept sliding away every time I tried to grab them.
“Aye, Annie said you were zonked. She stopped in to see you during your massage. Said she was surprised we didn’t call when we changed our minds about coming. When she got here, you were already passed out mid-massage.”
None of this made any sense. IknewI was with Graham last night in my room. The leather? The straps? One doesn’t forget a dick like his.
“A chuisle mo chróí, are you alright?”
“I’m just… confused.”
“What about, darling?”
