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about her involvement with Drake. She simply hadn’t expected him to bring that up tonight.
    “No, nor have I ever been.” Her gaze flicked to the wall where a few scant minutes before Drake had her pinned there, kissing her breathless and sending her desires sailing to uncharted waters. That kiss didn’t mean they were seeing each other. Even if he hadn’t ended it where he had, when he had, whatever would’ve come next wouldn’t have changed the facts. It would have been a few hours of rumpled sheets, sweaty bodies, and mind-blowing fucking. Nothing more.
    Would it have been enough?
    Yes. No. Maybe. She didn’t know. One night of explosive fucking with Drake Allen might be enough to get him out of her system for good. Then again, it could capitalize the D in her doom.
    “Get some sleep, Megan.” Cusack sighed. “I guess I’ll see you in a few hours.”
    Megan stared at the phone for a long moment after he cut the connection. Sleep. The word acted as a trigger for the wave of exhaustion that suddenly washed over her. She rolled her neck, feeing the stress already setting into her muscles, turned off the lights in the front of the apartment, and walked to her bedroom.
    Her gaze immediately landed on her nightstand, on the partially opened drawer, and Drake’s parting words reverberated in her memory.
    Go to bed, Megan. Take off those pajamas, get your vibrator out of your nightstand drawer, and masturbate for me. Think about me when you’re doing it. I’ll know if you don’t.
    Will he? Unless he had managed to plant a video camera in her bedroom, she didn’t see how.
    She rolled her eyes. “Of course he won’t know.”
    She turned off the light and crawled between the sheets, her body still burning from the kiss, from his touch. She turned her head, stared at that drawer, and contemplated relieving that burn. It wouldn’t help. The drawer was partially open because she hadn’t closed it completely last night when she had gone in search of a release that only left her wanting more.
    Think about me when you’re doing it.
    She always did, but her vibrator proved no match for the real thing. She wanted Drake’s cock inside her, wanted his hands and mouth all over her, and until she got that, she would never be satisfied.
    Turning onto her side, she cuddled her spare pillow to her chest, and drifted into a restless sleep.

Chapter Three
     
    The idea of a freshly brewed cup of coffee drew Megan out of bed at seven the next morning. She had barely managed four hours of sleep, all of which had been wrought with nightmares of Paul’s attack, of horrifying images of her friend’s last moments alive.
    She stumbled into the kitchen, wrenched open the cabinet door, and cursed a blue streak when she remembered she had used the last of the coffee grounds yesterday morning. She placed her hands on the edge of the counter, bowed her head, and closed her eyes.
    “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
    The opening heavy metal bars of Iron Maiden’s Sea of Madness flowed through the apartment from her cell phone, and she lifted her head, a slow smile unfolding on her lips. She had forgotten she had set that ringtone for Drake’s calls. The man had only called her a handful of times over the years. The song was perfect, though, given that she felt like she was drowning in a sea of madness every time she got near him.
    She walked quickly back to the bedroom, grabbed her phone off the nightstand, and answered it just before her voicemail kicked in.
    “Morning,” she said in lieu of hello, leaving off the good because there was nothing good about this morning. The loss of a dead friend, little sleep, a head full of confusion and grief, and no caffeine, yeah, this was definitely shaping up to be the start of one hellacious day.
    “I take it you weren’t able to sleep either.” Drake’s deep baritone caressed her ear, raining fiery embers of the promised seedy passion she had witnessed in his eyes last night through her body.
    “Not