"Oh hell," Nathan said as he backed up.

Julie pulled him to her, doing a sexy shimmy down the front of his body. Angelina moved in from behind until they had him sandwiched between them.

100 "They're all going to be jealous bastards," Nathan said over the boom of the music.

"That's the idea," Julie yelled back with a cheeky grin.

While Angelina and Julie shook and gyrated in time with the music, Nathan sort of rotated at intervals and tried to make it look like he was dancing. Angelina grinned. He was definitely enjoying the view of Julie's cleavage. His eyes hadn't left her all night.

They made a striking picture, the two women moving up and down Nathan's body in sexy, sensuous movements. More than a few people stopped and stared. After a while Nathan relaxed and got into the spirit of things. He took turns wrapping an arm around each woman's waist, undulating his body in time with theirs.

When the music segued into the next song, Julie leaned in. "Let's take a break."

Angelina followed them over to one of the tall tables to the side.

"Do you ladies want a drink?" Nathan asked.

"Definitely," Julie said.

Nathan held up a hand to motion to the waitress making her rounds.

"Order up," he told them when the waitress came around. "My tab."

Angelina ordered a club soda, and she couldn't hear what Julie yelled to the waitress.

Nathan ordered a beer, and they stood back to wait.

Within a few minutes, the waitress was back with their drinks, and Angelina sipped at her water while dancing in place as the music swelled around them.

They stood through two songs and then Julie hollered across the table. "Wanna go back out?"

Angelina waved them on. "You two go ahead. I'm fine here for a while."

Julie dragged a laughing Nathan back onto the dance floor and proceeded to wrap herself around him. They were so cute together. Angelina wistfully noted the tenderness in Nathan's eyes--eyes that never left Julie even for a moment. It was obvious he was crazy about her.

She downed the last of her drink and set the glass on the table. After checking to make sure Nathan's and Julie's drinks were empty so nobody would mess with them, she shoved them over to the side and started for the bathroom. Others might be amused at her paranoia, but you could never be too careful. David had certainly drummed that into her head.

101 A peculiar sensation assailed her when she got to the doorway leading into the restrooms.

She grabbed the frame to steady herself and raised her other hand to her temple. It was hot as hell with so many people packed in as they were.

She went into one of the stalls and frowned at how weak she felt when she'd completed her business. Stumbling out of the stall, she went to the sink to splash cold water on her face. Something didn't feel right. Was she sick?

She lurched out of the bathroom, intent on getting back to Nathan and Julie. The room swarmed around her. Faces yawned and stretched into ghoulish masks. The cascading lights blinded her, overwhelmed her, and the music pulsed so loudly in her ears that she clamped her hands to them in an effort to make it all go away.

She took a step and nearly went down. Oh God. Someone had drugged her. As careful as she was--she hadn't left her drink unattended even for a moment--someone had slipped something into it. How? The waitress? She had to find Nathan and Julie.

Confused and disoriented, she looked left and right. Oh God. Was whoever had drugged her out there? Waiting to strike? She was completely helpless. She couldn't fight off a fly right now.

Stick to the crowd. Make a scene. Draw plenty of attention to yourself.

David's words simmered in her consciousness. Someone bumped into her, and she panicked, shoving away. She yelled hoarsely and fell to her knees. She crawled and pushed herself up, fighting to stay conscious.

Where were Julie and Nathan?

The room was a blur and going darker by the minute. She ran into a hard back, bounced off and went down again.

"Angelina?"

The voice boomed in her ear, and she went weak with relief. Strong hands hoisted her up, and she latched onto Nathan's arms with fervent desperation.

Nathan and Julie's worried faces swam into view. Her knees buckled again, and Nathan caught her. He swept her into his arms and hurriedly shouldered his way off the dance floor.

The room passed in an indecipherable haze. Her head lolled back, and she lay limp and unresisting against his chest.

What if it had been someone else? Another man? She would have been powerless. A tear 102 slipped down her cheek.

Nathan burst out of the club into the cooler night air. He stopped at his truck and stared urgently down at her.

"Angelina, can you hear me? What happened? What's wrong?"

"Someone ... someone drugged me," she slurred.

More tears slid helplessly down her cheeks. Then everything went black.

103

CHAPTER 16

Nathan stared down at Angelina's unconscious form in shock. "Son of a bitch! Julie, get my keys out of my pocket. You'll have to drive. Get us to the damn hospital."

Julie fumbled with his jeans and yanked out the keys. She unlocked the passenger side first so he could climb in with Angelina, then she hurried around to the driver's side.

"Is she going to be okay?" Julie asked in a quivery voice as she pulled out of the parking lot.

Nathan smoothed a hand over Angelina's cheek and then her neck, almost afraid he wouldn't find a pulse. When it beat strong and steady against his fingertips, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"This could have been you, goddamn it," he seethed. "Never again, Julie. You don't ever go in a place like that without me. You got that?"

It was a testament to how frightened she was that she didn't argue. She nodded and didn't give him any grief over his dictate.

"Will she be okay?" Julie asked again.

She took a corner too fast and fishtailed as she overcorrected.

"Slow down, honey," Nathan said in a soothing voice. "She'll be fine I think. Her pulse is strong. I don't know what she was given."

Julie shuddered. "You think it was one of those date rape drugs? God, Nathan, what if she hadn't found us?"

"Shhh honey, don't torture yourself. The important thing is she kept her wits and did the smart thing. We'll take care of her."

"We should call Micah," Julie said anxiously. "He'd want to know even if he's avoiding her."

"Of course he wants to know. He's hooked. He just doesn't know it yet."

She shot him a curious look. "Sort of like you when you kept ignoring me?"

104 He made a low sound of amusement. "There wasn't ever a time you didn't have me hooked."

She smiled, her entire face lighting up. Hell. Did she still harbor doubts as to whether or not the sun rose and set at her feet?

"When this is over, you and I are going to have a long talk," he said. "With you underneath me. Naked."

If possible her smile became even more brilliant. Then her gaze dropped to Angelina, and her eyes dimmed.

"Who could have done this to her, Nathan?"

"I don't know," he admitted. "Micah is going to be furious."

Micah strode into the emergency room so tense he was about to explode. He stopped at the front desk and uttered two words.

"Angelina Moyano."

The clerk looked startled, but she clicked around on her computer. "She's still here in the ER. There's someone back with her already, though. You'll have to wait out here."

"The hell I will," he muttered.

He walked toward the door leading to the exam rooms, ignoring the clerk's cries for him to stop. He nearly bumped into a nurse.

"Angelina Moyano?"

"Room eight," the nurse said as she continued on her way.

Micah hurried down the hall and stopped outside the room. The door was slightly ajar, and he could see Nathan sprawled in one of the chairs.

He shoved open the door, his gaze searching for Angelina. He ignored Julie and Nathan and went straight to the bed where Angelina lay.

Her eyes were closed, but she looked anything but at peace. Her forehead was wrinkled and a frown turned down the corners of her mouth. Her fingers clutched at the thin sheet as if she was seeking protection. She looked afraid and so very vulnerable.

He laid his hand over her forehead and gently threaded his fingers through the strands of hair falling over her face. He stroked gently, trying to ease the lines of strain furrowed 105 into her skin.

Something inside of him unlocked. Dark and primitive. Possessiveness roared through his system like an out-of-control train.

Mine.

The word rolled over his tongue, begging for release. It shook him to his core. She wasn't his. She couldn't be his, but on some level he recognized her.

His.

No one else would have her.

He shook his head, dragging himself from the brink of utter insanity. He was losing his mind and self all at the same time.

Instead he concentrated on her fragile vulnerability. She needed him right now.

"I'm here, Angel girl," he whispered. "You're safe."

He leaned down to brush his lips across her brow. She emitted a tiny sigh and seemed to relax, but she didn't awaken.

Micah turned to Nathan, his gut so tied in knots he felt like puking. "Who drugged her?"

he bit out.

"I have no idea," Nathan said wearily. "One minute she was fine. Julie and I left her to dance, and the next thing I know she's falling down at my feet."

Micah swore viciously. "What has the doctor said?"

"They're doing lab work. We'll know more when they get the results back, but from all appearances he said it looks like a date rape drug."

"Son of a fucking bitch."

It was all he could do not to put his fist through the wall. He collected himself and glanced over at Julie, who sat on the other side of Angelina's bed, her face pale and creased with worry.

"You okay, doll?" Micah asked gently.

She gave a short nod, but her eyes filled with tears. And on Julie, tears were not a good thing.

106 Alarmed, Nathan snatched her out of her chair and settled her on his lap.

"What's wrong, honey?"

"It's my fault," Julie said in a miserable tone. "I talked her into going out with us. This never would have happened if I hadn't strong-armed her into going."

Nathan pressed his lips to her temple. "Stop talking crazy, Julie. You did a good thing by asking her to come with us. She needs friends right now."

His words hit Micah right in the chest. Nathan was right about that much. Angelina was alone in a new city, no friends, and Micah had begrudged her his because he was too much of a goddamn coward to face his past.

"You did a very good thing, Julie," Micah said quietly. "Nathan's right. She does need friends, and you guys are the absolute best."