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another lecture and I could tell Nic wasn’t anywhere near done yet.
    “Fine, I’ll pick you up. Where are you?”
    Where was I? I looked around the unfamiliar room again like the answer would be emblazoned on his dresser. Shockingly, it wasn’t. Great, I guess I needed to venture out of the bedroom eventually.
    “Hold on a second.”
    “
Hold on?
Do you even know where you are?”
    Biting back my smart-ass reply, I dropped my arm to my side and stepped out into the hall. “Hello?”
    Silence met my soft call. I was pretty sure Nic’s yelling from my phone was louder than me. I tried again a little louder. “Hello?”
    Still nothing.
    I walked down the hallway and into the living room. Empty. Okay, maybe no one was here after all. Looking around the room for an idea of where exactly I was, I spied a pile of junk mail on the table addressed to “Current Resident.” Snatching up the nearest one, I rattled off the address. “I’m at 1520 West Eleventh Street.”
    “Eleventh? What the hell are you doing on
that
side of town?”
    “Having sex with a hot biker. What do you think? Will you just get over here?”
    Nic huffed. “Yeah. Fine. Whatever. I’ll be there in twenty. Just…don’t do anything stupid in the meantime.”
    “Apparently my ‘something stupid’ left so I’m good there—no danger of sleeping with the biker again. Just come get me.”
    “Fine. Bye.”
    “Bye,” I replied but she’d already hung up.
    I looked around the empty room, feeling a little awkward. I was alone in a stranger’s house. I mean we weren’t totally strangers; he knew I liked to drink beer and I’d spent a good portion of last night tracing his scars and tattoos with my tongue. But we didn’t know anything really important about each other. Hell, I didn’t even know his real first name.
    Zag. I seriously doubted that was the name his mother gave him.
    Not that it mattered last night.
    Last night had nothing to do with talking or learning about each other at all. Wham, bam, thank you, scary biker dude. Rinse and repeat.
    Heh. We repeated more than three times last night. Or at least I did. Another huge grin swept across my face.
    I probably shouldn’t be grinning like a fool when Nic showed up. I didn’t want to give her any more ammunition.
    But I had at least fifteen minutes before she arrived. What should I do with them? Search for my panties? I walked back to his bedroom and looked around in disbelief. Something about digging through the mess on the floor really didn’t appeal to me. Maybe it was the huge mass of clothes scattered everywhere or the pile of greasy rags in the corner. I took a quick glance but something told me it wouldn’t be easy to find the scrap of material in all this.
    With a sigh I left the room and went back down the hall to the front room and decided to look for my purse. Hopefully it was here in the living room. If I had to hunt through that pile in his bedroom for my bag I might go insane.
    Where the heck did I leave it last night?
    I scanned the living room, taking in the worn leather couches and the obvious grease stains on the carpet. Was this what passed for biker chic? He had a few framed beer and motorcycle posters on the wall and one large group photograph. I took a few steps closer to see the picture better.
    The photo had at least twenty bikers, all clad in leathers and grouped around one huge motorcycle. Zag stood on the edge of the crowd, his arm around another large and heavily tattooed man. Both were grinning ear to ear.
    My lips curved at the sight. He looked so happy and carefree. If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn’t have believed he was capable of such a relaxed and easygoing expression. Lord knew he was all things intense last night.
    Finally spotting my purse on the arm of the sofa near the door, I walked over and grabbed it.
    Wait, if my purse was in the living room, why was my phone on the bed next to me this morning? I quickly thumbed through my