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stranger and she didn’t even know his last name. He’d tried to warn her, told her she’d had too much to drink, said she’d regret her decision in the morning, and what had she gone and done? Ignored him, teased him into the room, and demanded a kiss that she dang well knew would not stop at one kiss. Shame on her. She’d criticized Natalie Servetti as a woman of loose morals and no self-respect who went after any man and every man.
    Bree was no better. She’d practically forced the man to have sex with her and forget letting him act like a gentleman and say goodnight. Talk about a hussy. Oh, she’d called it making love, but it was s-e-x , because what else do you call it when you don’t know the man’s last name? But why, oh, why could she not remember any of it? Not the undressing part, not a flash of naked skin, and heavens, not the feel of him inside her. How could she not remember that ?
    Her brain would not settle down, conjuring up all sorts of possibilities as to what she’d actually done and why she’d done it, and not a single one of the possibilities was flattering.
    Maybe she’d been so desperate for a man’s touch that she’d been willing to do whatever it took to get it. Or maybe she’d wanted to see if she could control a man with sex like some women did. The thought of how low she might have gone was worse than disgusting. No wonder the man took off without a “See you later” or “It’s been nice.”
    “What have I done?” The tears started seconds later, great gulping sobs ripping through her. “What have I done?” She sat cross-legged on the bed, crying and cursing her poor choices, from the dead cheater husband to the one-night-stand stranger. Would she never learn? At least this mess happened in a city full of strangers, including the one she slept with, and not Magdalena, the town that knew everybody and everybody’s business.
    When she’d finished her cry, she came up with a plan. Get out of Chicago as fast as she could and pretend none of this ever happened. If she couldn’t remember the sex, either it hadn’t happened, it was so boring she forgot it, or she’d been so drunk that her brain couldn’t process it. She’d guess it was the so-drunk possibility, because being in a room with a hunk like Adam the Gorgeous made choice number two impossible and number one not likely. Bree scooted off the bed and grabbed her clothes. She’d take a quick shower and head to the airport. So what if her flight didn’t leave until late afternoon? The sooner she said good riddance to this city, the sooner she could forget what she might or might not have done.
    She spotted the folded note on the vanity the second she entered the bathroom. Her name was written on the front in a bold scrawl. Bree grabbed the note and opened it.

    B ree :
    Sorry I left without saying good-bye but I didn’t want to wake you.
    I’ve got a morning meeting but will be back at 11:00.
    We need to talk.
    Adam

    B ree ran into the bedroom and looked at the clock. It was 10:05 a.m. Adam would be back in less than an hour. Why? What did he want? Most likely a repeat of last night. She might not be able to remember it, but what other reason could he possibly have? A man didn’t return to the scene of a one-night stand unless he thought he could turn it into a two-night stand. Hah. Well, that was not going to happen. She’d grab a quick shower, throw her clothes in the suitcase, and check out. By the time Adam knocked on her hotel room door, she’d be on her way to the airport, miles away from him and whatever happened in that hotel room.

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    A dam checked his watch and tried to act like he wasn’t in a hurry to get through the meeting and out the door. Was Bree awake yet? Had she found his note? He’d wanted to wake her before leaving this morning, but she was sound asleep and he needed to get home and showered before he headed to the office. But the real truth was that he needed time to think about what he