Her green eyes were huge and bewildered in her pale face. “I don’t understand.”
He had to ask. “Did we . . . I mean?”
She bit her lip and nodded. “Yeah. Definitely.”
That’s what he’d thought. He reached for the phone on his nightstand and speed-dialed Force.
“Force,” Angus answered.
Wolfe cleared his throat. “Can you get a drug test done unofficially? I don’t want it in our medical records, but I need to know what Dana and I were drugged with last night.” It had to have been in the champagne, damn it.
Dana gasped.
Silence came over the line. “You were drugged?” Force finally asked.
“Had to be. Can only remember snapshots of what happened and have no idea how we got home. Except I apparently hot-wired a car and somehow drove.” Now that his head was clearing, fury and guilt started to build, making his ribs feel like they were about to burst wide open.
“Yeah. I can make it happen. I’ll be there in half an hour,” Force said, disengaging the call.
Wolfe set the phone gently down to keep from ripping it completely apart. “I’m sorry.”
Her knuckles were white on the sheet as she held it against her breasts. “You think we were drugged.”
He nodded. “Yeah.” This was his fault. “You have bruises on your arms, probably from me. Where else are you bruised?” His voice emerged garbled and gritty as he wrestled with the rage beginning to consume him. The idea that he’d hurt her tore him in two.
Dana pushed her hair away from her face, leaning back to stare at his shoulders. “Um, it looks like I scratched you. A lot.”
His stomach lurched. “You were probably fighting back.” God. Had she been willing?
She frowned. “Um, I don’t think so. I do remember willingly taking your pants off.” She gently reached out to touch his arm.
He flinched. How could she even sit next to him? “I’m so sorry,” he repeated.
“No.” She tightened her hold. “Listen. We were both drugged, it seems. Even drugged, I don’t think you’d do anything to harm me.” She sighed. “Wolfe. I remember feeling euphoric and in love with the entire universe. I wanted another night with you. You were the same.”
Yeah, he did remember the sky sparkling at him. He shifted his legs, and pain flared along his thigh. Gingerly angling to the side, he lifted the covers and looked down. “Oh.”
“What?” She didn’t try to look.
“Nothing.” He settled back down, trying to keep his hands from closing into fists.
“Wolfe,” she said, turning more fully toward him.
He scratched his chin. “You, ah, bit my thigh.” He might wear the mark forever, since she’d broken the skin. Images flowed through him of her taking him in her mouth, humming happily, fully engaged.
“Oh.” She blushed. “Yeah. I kind of remember that. Sort of.” She cleared her throat. “I’m sure I was willing.”
His head snapped back. “We were drugged. Neither of us were willing, and I promise you I’ll rip the fucking heads off of whoever did this.”
For the first time that morning, she looked scared instead of confused.
He immediately dialed it back. “It’s okay, Dana. I’ll make it okay.” He had no clue how he would do that.
She inched from the bed, taking the sheet with her and standing. “I, ah, am going to take a shower.”
“Wait.” He held up a hand. “In case you want to, um, have a kit done.”
She blinked. “Why would I do that?”
