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“Not really enough alcohol to take down even someone like you.”
    “What’s that supposed to mean?”
    Dillon smiled. “It’s a well-known fact that you don’t imbibe much, if ever. And you just told me you never drink so much that you can’t remember. Personally, I’ve always suspected it’s a control freak thing myself. But it isn’t like you guzzled a twelve pack and are now surprised you had a blackout.”
    “No. Not like that at all.” He turned and looked at Alexis. She was still seated on the edge of the bed holding her sheet even tighter to her body. She quietly watched the conversation between them. Dillon took his pulse and then turned to their surprised bed partner. He then walked a couple steps in her direction. He squatted down and shown the penlight across her exquisite eyes a couple of times.
    “How about you?” he asked gently, “What do you remember about the night before?” He grabbed her wrist and checked her pulse.
    She glanced at Jackson first then put her gaze on Dillon. “Not much else after being in the bar.”
    “How many drinks did you have?”
    “One and a half, just like he did.”
    Dillon frowned. “Did you two share a drink?”
    “Well, sort of.” Her accusatory gaze stabbed him. “He offered to buy me a drink, and when I declined and told him I already had one, he picked it up and drained it in a single gulp.”
    Dillon laughed nervously then sobered. “I see. Well, let me take a couple of samples of your blood and I’ll have it tested. Would that be okay?”
    Jackson asked, “Will the drug still be in our system?”
    “It’s possible. If it turns out to be Rohypnol or something similar, then it can stay in the system up to twenty-four hours after ingestion.”
    He took a small vial of blood from each of them, marked the tubes with a pen, and put them in his bag. “I should have the results by tomorrow or the next day, depending on how busy the local lab is. Luckily I have privileges at the hospital in town, and that should speed the process.”
    Jackson smiled. “Thanks, Dillon. I appreciate the house call.”
    “Sure. No problem. Make sure you drink plenty of water, and if you have any further negative symptoms, let me know.” He turned to go.
    Derek walked out of the room with him, leaving him alone once more with Alexis. The staring contest that they’d had before Dillon arrived picked back up and continued as if Dr. Jones hadn’t ever been here.
    Jackson’s current feelings regarding this strange woman he’d married were mixed up royally. On the one hand, he thought she was amazingly beautiful, and on the other, what if she’d been the one to drug them so she could trap him into a scam of a marriage. Perhaps that was why she’d been at the DRMC party.
    “Was it your intention to trick me in to marriage?” Jackson asked.
    “No. I swear it!” she exclaimed at the same time Derek reentered the bedroom and exclaimed, “Jackson!” Derek’s shocked tone cut through the room. “If you don’t remember, maybe you were drugged. Wait until Dillon has the results. Don’t take it out on her.”
    “Defense of a stranger? Really? Do you know her?”
    “Yes. Intimately. And so do you. She was drugged, too.”
    Jackson crossed his arms. “If you didn’t do it and I didn’t do it. Who could have done it?”
    She shrugged. “The bartender? There was no one else even sitting by me.”
    Jackson nodded. “I remember that. You were sitting completely alone in the bar.” He relaxed and uncrossed his arms. Dangling at his side, he could reach out and touch her. And he wanted to.
    She reached out and put her hand on his. He stared deeply into her sincere eyes. “I swear to you, Jackson. Whatever happened, this was done to both of us. I would never trick you or anyone else into marriage. The truth is when you saw me at the bar, I wanted to find a way to sneak away into your room to hide out. But this is too much. I wasn’t looking for a husband. I