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“Who are you?” shefor the first tie men’s T-s

hirt that hung nearly to her knees She flipped up the edge and felt a wave of relief when she saw her black panties were still on Though, as her hands crept up to her chest she realized she was braless

That feeling in her gut—the one that told her shit was about to hit—shot up a few notches as she pushed her tangled hair frolanced around ithout a doubt, a bedroom There was a bed And it was in a room

She was in someone’s bedroom Shit

She spied her wedding dress draped over a co chair and crossed over to it quickly, her hand at her teown Meh the haze inside her head as she gazed at the stains that marred the otherwise perfect dress Then the dread in her stomach ramped up to an extreme level of alarm

Where was she?

Her fingers trailed over the bodice and then her gazeover the arm rest Faded jeans

Guy jeans

Faded guy jeans

For one second her world tipped a little to the left and if she hadn’t immediately reached for the chair she probably would have fallen on her ass Hold on, she thought, breathing through her nose and exhaling slowly as she fought to keep her world balanced

The Hard Rock

Danny the bartender

Whiskey

She shuddered Tequila

Damn, the tequila