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drinking.
    Carm whispered around her scratchy throat, “What happened last night?”
    “We got hitched, cupcake.”
    Carm screamed at top volume and leapt out of bed, moving faster than she’d ever moved in her life.  Dragging the sheet with her as she darted across the room, Carm swept a hand through her disheveled hair and pulled it out of her eyes. 
    There’s a man in my bed!  Why is there a man in my bed? Oh hell, I did something really, really bad didn’t I?
    Spinning around to face the bed Carm stared hard at the man lying amidst the rumpled sheets.  Right, and why wouldn’t he be? Of course he was naked too.
    Wait a minute, I know him.
    “Marek?  Is that you?”
    The guy had his face turned away from her and was lying sprawled across the bed on his stomach.  One of his hands had crept up to cover his ear when she’d let out the banshee wail.  His bicep flexed as he shifted, displaying impressively toned muscle.
    “Keep it down, will you?  I can hear you fine woman, you don’t need ta yell.”
    Ignoring her own tender head Carm demanded, “What do you mean we got hitched?  What happened last night and why are you in my bed?”
    Marek let out a long sigh and rolled his head around to face Carm, revealing tight, hard muscles in his back and shoulders.  For a moment Carm couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the sight of such delicious flesh.  The man was amazingly fit, all hard and sculpted. 
    As he shifted, the sheet that had been riding low across his waist dipped even lower.  Carm felt her face flush hot as the cleft and top of his tight butt came into view.  Heat flooded her body, shocking her with the intensity.  She felt her nipples grow hard with arousal and nearly gasped.  The audacity!  How dare her body betray her at a time like this?
    She had to figure out what had taken place last night, not spend time ogling some naked male body.  Even if it was a damned fine one.
    Puffing out a frustrated breath, Carm glanced back up Marek’s body to his face. 
    Bad idea.
    He’d turned his head in her direction and his lazy, sleepy eyes gazed up at her from under heavy lids.  Instantly her frizzled mind flipped a succession of images of Marek through her memory.  Flashes of him on stage at the bar, of him singing and playing the drums, of him walking toward her. Then it freeze framed on an image of him kissing her.
    Oh, shit.
    Marek snapped her back to reality when he spoke.  “I don’t remember da details right off hand, but I do recall us buying these rings at da gift shop attached to da bar last night.  Merde , it’s da details after dat get fuzzy.”
    Carm’s mind reeled with the implication.  Opening her mouth to saying something, Carm clamped it shut again and huffed. 
    It can’t be.  She can’t be married.  Not to a total stranger.  Not when she can’t remember the details and they are both naked. . .
    Double shit !
    Carm found a wicker chair and sunk down.  She refused to accept the glaring evidence.  If she did, well then that made her a sell-out.  And Carm didn’t like the sound of that.
    Eyes wide, Carm looked back at Marek.  He’d shifted onto his side, one hand propping his head up.  The sheet slung low over his chiseled abdomen.
    Without a doubt he was even sexier in the morning light.  The bar had dimmed the vibrancy of his eyes and warmth of his skin in the low light.  In broad daylight, he was simply scrumptious.
    Lazy, hooded eyes of the most translucent, intense shade of green half hid behind dark, thick lashes.  Carm could happily stare into them all day if she weren’t in such a mess.  As it was, she found herself distracted by the sight of him in her bed.
    She’d never had a man in her bed before.
    Carm watched as Marek rubbed a hand over his unshaven face, yawned and scratched at his cheek.  He looked thoroughly mussed with the dark shadow beard covering his strong jaw and his hair wildly curling.  Marek was sexier than any man had the right