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drinks.”
    “Maybe I was lying.”
    He shook his head while still maintaining eye contact. “Trust me, Hanna, you weren’t exactly in a deceitful sort of mood.”
    “Shit,” I muttered as I remembered some of the things I’d said.
    He chuckled, but it wasn’t quite as warm as it had been last night when I’d made him laugh. Still, that dimple appeared.
    “That’s a conversation for a different time.” He reached out and tucked a wild curl behind my ear. “I’d rather focus on why you were feeling so...open.”
    “Alcohol can do that,” I said, wishing I wasn’t feeling the urge to lean into his hand.
    “Does it do that to you often?” He dropped his hand.
    I shook my head. “Not like that.” I furrowed my forehead. “I remember thinking that I should’ve just been a little buzzed, but that I felt a lot more...tipsy than usual.”
    “Dammit,” he swore softly, but with enough emotion to make me blink in surprise.
    “What’s wrong?”
    He took a step back and ran his hand through his hair. I could sense tension coming off of him, but still didn’t understand what was going on. Whatever it was, it made him clench his jaw, pace back and forth a few times as if he was working to control his temper.
    “We need to do a blood test,” he said suddenly.
    “What?” I took a step back, putting out a hand to steady myself.
    He looked at me, eyes stormy. “A blood test. I think you were drugged.”
     

Chapter Nine
    How the hell could I have been drugged?
    Going off to college, I’d received the talk from my parents. Not the one about sex, that’d come years before, but rather the one about parties, and drinking, and all of that. My parents and RJ had all reminded me to always get my own drink at a party, to never leave a drink unattended. They’d all been worried that I’d be slipped some date rape drug. I hadn’t done much in the way of partying, but I’d always been careful the few times I had gone out.
    I’d fully intended to continue being careful while living in LA. And I’d thought I had been careful. I hadn’t gotten drinks from a stranger. I’d gotten a bottle of water and two shots. Two shots straight from the bartender.
    What had happened?
    I hadn’t realized I was hyperventilating until I felt Cross put his hand on my elbow and lead me back to the couch. He sat next to me, his voice low and soothing, telling me to take slow, deep breaths. His hand slid up and down my spine, but there was nothing sexual about his touch, only comfort.
    When I could finally breathe normally again, he moved away so that he wasn’t touching me anymore. I almost asked him to move back. While I was done freaking out, having him nearby was...nice.
    But there was one person I wanted more than him.
    “I need to call my sister.”
    This time, he nodded in agreement. “That’s probably a good idea.”
    He leaned forward and picked up something I hadn’t seen before. He held it out and I recognized my purse. I took it and resisted the urge to look through it to make sure everything was there. Cross didn’t need to steal anything from me. Juliette had told me that Cross was rich. Like lighting cigars with hundred dollar bills rich. Not that he did that. Or maybe he did, I didn’t know. I didn’t know him.
    I needed my sister.
    I pulled out my phone and hit her number. Cross stood and walked back to the window. I felt a surge of gratitude for the relative privacy. He could’ve stepped out of the room to make certain he didn’t hear anything, but I didn’t want him to leave completely. He’d kept me safe.
    Unless...
    Even as the phone rang, I remembered taking the bottle of water from him. Could he had been the one who’d drugged me?
    For a brief moment, panic went through me, but then I reminded myself that Cross hadn’t hurt me. And he’d been the one to suggest a blood test just now. If he’d wanted to play savior after drugging me, he wouldn’t have needed to make the suggestion.
    Still, I’d