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I can. What a wuss.”
    She couldn’t contain a grin. “He went down like a sack of potatoes from one tap to the gut.” She would have felt sorry for Matt if he hadn’t ditched her. The ass. Boring and a coward. She really could pick ‘em, couldn’t she?
    “Wow. Nice date.” Thorn pulled into her sister’s driveway and parked the car. “If it’s any consolation, I bet he would have put out for you at the end of the night. You’re really rocking that dress.”
    Straightening in her seat, she chuckled. “Flatterer.” She opened the door and found him standing on the other side of it. He helped her out and walked her to the house. Then taking the keys from her, he opened the front door and prodded her inside.
    “I’m good.”
    “You’re slurring your words,” he murmured. “Poor, pretty thing.”
    “And I didn’t even get lucky. Life sucks.” She closed her eyes for just a minute.
    The next thing she knew, she was blinking up at Thorn, who was leaning over her as she lay on the couch. “What?” A rough tongue licked her knee, and she realized the tongue belonged to Lobo, not Thorn, which would have been all-around weird.
    “Tomorrow, noon sharp. Don’t be late.” He ran a finger down her cheek, stirring an odd sense of connection to the big guy. His gaze seemed possessive and strangely tender.
    “Man, I must be drunk.”
    He laughed and finished running his finger over her face, ending at her lips. Then he straightened and planted his hands on his hips. “I have your key, and I’m locking up after I leave. You want your key back, come get it tomorrow. Like I said—”
    “Don’t be late. Yeah, yeah.” She yawned and closed her eyes, comforted by both the man and the beast at her side.

Chapter Four
     
    Hadn’t she once referred to him as Satan? She should have called him a slave driver and an egomaniac. Thorn had been nothing but bossy since she’d arrived, ordering her around like he had the right.
    “Look, damn it. I don’t need another water break.” She did but she refused to agree with him. On anything. “I’m not wearing that stupid bikini you stole from my closet last night, and—”
    “Technically your sister’s closet, right?” he drawled.
    “—I’m not an idiot. I know how to transplant fucking beans from one pot to this piece-of-crap garden bed.” Parched and suffering from a headache, she’d tired of him looming over her ten seconds after he’d started…an hour ago.
    “Someone’s cranky. If you can’t handle the morning after, maybe you shouldn’t drink.”
    “Fuck you.”
    The bastard laughed.
    She seethed and did something she wasn’t proud of. She lost her temper.
    Glaring up at the stupid man who didn’t have the decency to put a shirt on over all that glorious muscle, she flung a shovelful of dirt in his face.
    That stopped his smiling.
    “You little witch.”
    “That’s Major Witch, Gunnery Sergeant.” She smirked at him, dropped the shovel, and walked past him into the house for a bottle of water. Screw it. She wanted a drink.
    Irritating the man on purpose wasn’t smart, but seeing his annoyance made her feel worlds better. Even her headache seemed to ease. She grabbed a bottle out of his organized refrigerator—the man had a neatness problem—and left the kitchen. She propped her hip against his dining table while she drank.
    He followed her inside. “You know, a thank you would be a lot more appropriate than throwing dirt at my face. Quit acting like a bitch and sack up.”
    At the B-word, she put down her bottle and straightened to her full height, feeling less than imposing in her tee-shirt, shorts and flip-flops. She’d worn her least favorite shirt and cut-off denims, which sported a few holes and paint stains. Knowing she had to keep her appointment with Thorn had galled her, mostly because he’d done her a favor last night, and she felt embarrassed he’d seen her at her worst. Morning face was one thing, drunk and not in control of