I had just enough sense to grab the poker before she could break my arm, but as soon as that was out of reach, she ran to a table and picked up a lamp, whipping it at my head.
“I’m not a murderer!” I yelled as I shuffled against the couch, trying to hide from her tirade. “I woke up in your bed!”
That got her attention just seconds before she was about to unleash her fury on me with a vase. I held my breath, waiting to see if she would whip it at me, but slowly, she lowered it, narrowing her eyes at me.
“You what?”
Wincing, I sat up, still holding my nuts as I struggled to find a more comfortable position. “I woke up in your bed.”
“You woke up in my bed.”
“Yes.”
“You woke up in my bed.”
Rolling my eyes, I struggled to my feet. “Saying it for a fourth time isn’t going to change anything.”
“But…” Cocking her head to the side, she concentrated on me, opening and closing her mouth several times. “I don’t remember that.”
“Neither do I.”
She narrowed her eyes at me, still filled with distrust. “And how did you end up in my coat?”
“I was going to sneak out.”
“Why?”
“Call me crazy, but I was hoping to avoid this.”
That must have been the wrong thing to say because she stiffened. “Hoping to avoid getting beaten? Do you often have this experience?”
This was coming out all wrong. “What I meant was, I wanted to avoid the whole conversation of what last night meant.”
“Well, considering neither of us remembers it, I doubt it means much of anything.”
That was a relief, but it still begged the question, what were we going to do now? I slowly lowered myself onto her couch, sensing that she wasn’t going to murder me anymore.
“So, what do we do now?”
“Well, you start by taking off my coat. Stealing is bad,” she spat.
“I’m aware.” Scrubbing a hand down my face, I remembered the view when I stepped outside. “Where are we?”
“Montana. You don’t remember that?”
I shook my head, shocked that I was on the other side of the country. “I don’t know how the hell I got here. Or why I’m here.”
“If you don’t remember, that must mean that we didn’t intentionally hook up.”
That was true. “How did we even meet? I don’t look familiar to you?”
She studied me, her eyes roaming over every inch of my face. “Not really. I mean, it’s possible…” But then she shook her head. “I don’t know. God, my head hurts.”
Sinking into a chair, she scrubbed a hand over her face, messing up her mascara even more.
“I feel so awful. What the hell did we do?”
It was all a blank, and that was the worst part. I didn’t know how I got here or why I was here. I really fucking hoped I hadn’t been on a mission.