“I need some food. Preferably greasy. And a shit ton of coffee.”
“I have nothing in the house,” she grumbled. “But I can take you into town. I just need a shower first.”
“Wanna share?” I cocked a grin at her.
Again, wrong thing to say. “Why would I share a shower with a stranger?”
“Well, I did wake up naked in your bed. We can’t be too unfamiliar with each other,” I teased.
But the scowl on her face said she wasn’t in the mood for joking. I held up my hands placatingly, leaning back into the cushions.
“I’ll just stay here while you get showered.”
Getting to her feet, she picked up the poker and pointed it at me. “Don’t think of trying anything funny.”
“Trust me, I’m not interested in getting beaten to death.”
But that didn’t stop her from backing away from me like I was a serial killer. Once I heard the door shut in the other room, I closed my eyes and tried to remember anything I could, but my head was pounding, and soon, I drifted off to sleep.
2
KRISTA
I closedthe car door as gently as possible, my head still throbbing from whatever I did last night to cause such a terrible hangover.
The last thing I wanted was to go anywhere, but desperate times called for desperate measures. I could have scrounged up some coffee, but breakfast would have meant going to Mom’s house, and there was no way I was bringing a stranger home without knowing our backstory.
Not even if I knew our backstory.
“Quaint town,” the guy muttered, glancing around at all the shops lining the streets with their adorable signs and old-fashioned awnings. “Where did you say we are?”
“Montana.”
Sighing, he strode toward the diner, peering up at the sign. He didn’t seem all that thrilled to be here, but then again, I wasn’t that thrilled that I didn’t even know this guy.
“What did you say your name is?”
“Rob.”
I nodded. “Krista.”
“I wonder if we introduced ourselves first last night?”
“Beats me.”
Tugging my coat tighter, I felt slightly bad that he was standing there in nothing but a long-sleeved shirt I’d snagged off my floor that probably belonged to an ex, but not enough to offer him my coat, though it would have been funny.
Still, this gave me a chance to really get a good look at him. Thick muscles pulled at the seams, making the shirt stretch tighter than was normal on an ordinary man. That alone checked off a few boxes that made me feel even worse about not remembering my night with him.
And as if that wasn’t enough, his sharp jaw and high cheekbones that would make any girl weep for joy if she were lucky enough to have them, only put me in a darker mood. He was beautiful. Too damn beautiful. And I might consider punching him in the face just to make him a little uglier, but his beautiful blue eyes kept flicking my way, distracting me from my original thoughts of injuring him.
The man was definitely too good-looking for his own good, and what pissed me off even more was that I didn’t remember having his hands on my body or his lips skimming over my breasts. I couldn’t be certain he was a good lover, but since last night was a blank slate, I figured I could make up my own story about what happened between us.
And he was definitely a giver.
Rob opened the door for me, motioning me through like a gentleman. It kind of cut through the fantasy of how ungentlemanly he was last night, but since I was hungover and making up fantasies, I could always imagine that he had a split personality disorder or something.
“What’s everyone staring at?” he asked, leaning over my shoulder to whisper in my ear.