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except take care of your drunk ass.”
    I swung a finger at the bed. “I woke up in your bed.” I waved an arm. “I assume this is your place.”
    He nodded. “Yeah.”
    “Did you undress me?”
    His jaw locked. “It was that or let you sleep in wet clothes.” He arched a dark eyebrow. “You fell. In the snow. Remember?”
    Yeah. I remembered that. And licking him. I remember that with excruciating clarity. “Where did you sleep?”
    His mouth curled in a cocky grin at this question. “Where do you think?”
    My face burned hotter. It didn’t take much imagination to figure out where he slept. There weren’t any other bedrooms in this cabin.
    He turned his attention back to the wood and answered his own question, sounding a little bored all of a sudden. “On the couch.”
    I snorted. “Yeah. Right.” I yanked my boot on the rest of the way and stood. “Let me get this straight. You brought me here. Undressed me. And then slept on the couch?”
    He shook his head and rose to his full impressive height, towering over me. “You’re unbelievable. You think I’m looking to score with an unconscious girl?” He looked me over slowly, thoroughly, making me achingly aware that I must look a mess with my bed head and rumpled clothes and day-old makeup. I probably looked like a raccoon from mascara smeared under my eyes. “Sweetheart, you’re not that irresistible.”
    I inhaled through my nose. Okay. Maybe I’d insulted him, but he definitely came back swinging. “I’m sorry,” I said, not sounding very apologetic and not caring. “Excuse me for panicking at finding myself half naked in a strange bed.”
    “Maybe you should pick better friends who don’t bail on you, so that if you get drunk and pass out you won’t wake up in some strange guy’s bed. I mean, that’s just a suggestion.”
    Touché . “You’re an asshole.” It was the best I could do.
    He smiled again, but there was no mirth in it. “I’ve been called worse.”
    “I’m sure you have.” I grabbed my coat off the couch and whirled around, marching for the door.
    “Where are you going?” he called.
    “Home,” I shot back without looking over my shoulder.
    “Oh yeah. Cool. How are you going to get there?”
    I pulled the door open, stepped out onto the porch, and stopped. The full reality of just how much at his mercy I was washed over me. A winter wonderland stared back at me. The cabin sat back about fifty yards from a frozen lake. Far across the water, I could see other homes and cabins dotting a distant shoreline.
    His tread sounded behind me and I whirled around. “Where the hell am I?”
    “About half an hour from campus.” He cocked that infuriating eyebrow at me. “Long walk, huh?” He looked down. “And those boots aren’t made for long-distance treks, princess. Especially through snow.”
    I bit back my “no shit” response. My hands went to my hips. “How did I end up here? You were supposed to take me to my dorm.”
    He leaned against the doorjamb, apparently indifferent to the cold. A cold wind blew, buffeted his shirt against his chest. A well-muscled chest. Lean and hard. I could make out the definition of his pecs and the ridged stomach.
    “Now how was I supposed to do that when you passed out and I couldn’t wake you? Oh, and your license has a Connecticut address so no help there. And your phone? Password protected.”
    I crossed my arms and glared at him, hating that he was right. I’d done this to myself. It wasn’t his fault. Sure, he was arrogant and rude, but I guess I should thank him and count myself lucky that I didn’t end up with some perv who would take advantage of an unconscious girl. My gaze skimmed him. I couldn’t help it. He was sexy as hell.
    “Thanks,” I mumbled.
    He jerked a hand to his ear as if that could help improve his hearing. “What? What was that? Something semi nice just came out of your mouth? Impossible.”
    Seething, I bit out a little louder, “Thank you.” I