Julie smiled tremulously at him. The door opened, and Faith and Gray shoved in, followed closely by Connor.

"How is she?" Faith asked anxiously.

"Still out like a light," Julie said.

"If anyone asks, I'm her sister," Faith said. "The only way they'd let us back was if we were family."

Nathan and Micah both stared at her like she'd lost her mind. Julie snickered openly, and Gray just looked at the ceiling, his lips twitching suspiciously.

"Um, Faith. What side of the family exactly does Angelina spring from?" Julie asked with barely veiled amusement.

Faith flushed. "It was all I could think of on short notice. Don't tease me. I'll say she was adopted like I was."

Gray squeezed her shoulders while Connor walked to the other side of Angelina's bed, a deep frown on his face.

"What the hell happened?" he demanded.

Micah stared at his friend through narrowed eyes. He didn't want Connor near her. Didn't want him to touch her. His fingers curled into tight fists when Connor gently touched Angelina's cheek.

"Date rape drug," Julie said in a weary voice. "Someone slipped it into her drink."

107 The door opened again, and this time Damon and Serena appeared.

"How many damn people did you call?" Nathan grumbled at Julie.

The room was getting crowded. They'd be lucky if they didn't all get kicked out, and they probably would the next time a nurse made a pass through the room.

"This could have been any one of you," Gray said in a low voice, his stare encompassing first Faith and then passing on to Julie and finally Serena. "I shudder to think of what could have happened on your last girls' night out."

Nathan went pale. "Hell, he's right. I walked into Cattleman's and all three of you were flat on your backs on the floor giggling like fools. Anyone could have drugged your drinks and you would have never known."

The girls all exchanged uneasy glances. Damon's face had drawn into a thundercloud.

"They would have had protection if a certain someone hadn't blown off the driver for the night. It won't happen again, Serena mine."

"Shit," Julie breathed. "This is seriously going to cramp our fun."

"We just want you to be more careful," Gray said diplomatically. "No more going out alone and getting shit-faced. At least one of you is going to have to stay sober and look out for the others."

The girls all nodded.

"How long has she been out?" Serena murmured as she moved closer to the bed. "Will she be all right?"

"Doctor says so," Nathan replied. "He wants to watch her. Wait for her to wake up and monitor her for a while."

"You don't have to stay," Micah said, turning to include the entire room. "I'm going to stay with her. You should all go home and get some rest." He looked at Julie. "Especially you, doll."

"We'd rather stay until she comes around," Faith said stubbornly. "She shouldn't be here alone."

"She won't be alone," Micah said patiently. "I'm not leaving her."

"She should have friends around her," Connor said in a low voice.

108 Micah turned to see him still standing at Angelina's bedside. It pissed him off that Connor was passing judgment and it pissed him off even more that Connor was right. Micah hadn't been a source of support for Angelina. Ever.

That was all going to change starting now.

He could start by sharing his friends with her. It was obvious they all cared about her.

Without saying anything else, he pulled up the remaining chair and situated it next to the bed so he could be close to her.

To his surprise, everyone hung out through the night. At various intervals the nurses made noises about shooing them all out, but gave up when the men growled their displeasure.

They took turns dozing. Julie stayed in Nathan's lap, and Gray took the vacated seat, pulling Faith down to sit across his thighs. Connor remained standing at the foot of Angelina's bed, his back resting against the wall. Evidently conceding to the inevitable, one of the nurses pushed another chair inside the overcrowded room, and Damon took it, and as the others had done with their women, he pulled Serena down on his lap.

Gray had taken care of calling the police, but until Angelina woke up and could answer questions, there was little they could do. Micah knew deep down that the chances of catching whoever had drugged her were very slim.

It was already well into the next morning when Angelina stirred and let out a low moan.

Micah picked up his head from where it lay beside her on the bed and immediately reached for her hand.

"Angel?"

Her eyes fluttered, and she stared back at him, her gaze unfocused.

"Micah?" she whispered.

"Yes, Angel girl, it's me. How are you feeling?"

She swallowed, then licked her lips. "Water," she said hoarsely.

He turned, but Connor was already there, shoving a cup with a straw at him. Micah took it and put it carefully to her mouth.

"Take it easy. Not too much," he cautioned.

She sucked hungrily at the liquid and then he eased the cup away. She laid her head back, and suddenly her eyes widened in alarm. Panic raced across her face.

109 "What happened to me? Oh God, Micah, what happened? I don't remember."

The fear in her voice made him ache.

"Nothing happened, Angel. You're safe. I swear you're safe and nobody got to you."

Confusion muddled her features. She glanced around the room, her gaze lighting on its occupants. Recognition flashed in her eyes. Then she found Nathan and Julie, and relief flooded her face.

"All I remember is coming out of the bathroom. I couldn't remember if I found you," she choked out.

Nathan leaned forward, and Julie moved off his lap. "You found me, Angelina. You did exactly what you should have. You stayed conscious long enough to tell me what happened, and Julie and I brought you here."

Angelina reached out to catch Julie's hand. "Thank you."

Julie squeezed back "You scared me shitless, and I don't scare easily."

Again Angelina's gaze wandered over the room. "What are you all doing here?" she asked in bewilderment.

"We were worried about you, sweetie," Connor said as he leaned down to brush a strand of hair from her brow.

Micah tensed at the display of tenderness from his friend.

"Can you tell us what happened?" Gray asked. "We've notified the police, but there's little they can do until they've spoken to you. They'll question people from the club. Maybe someone saw whoever drugged your drink. Did you leave it or look away at any time?"

She shook her head adamantly, struggling to sit up in bed. Micah caught her shoulders and helped her into a sitting position. He maneuvered his way onto the bed beside her when she wavered. He slipped an arm around her to support her, and she leaned willingly into his side.

"No, I'd never do that. David and Micah told me constantly to never accept a drink from anyone no matter what. Order my own. Never leave it and come back to it. Never get distracted and look away. I never let it out of my sight," she said fiercely. "I drank it then went to the bathroom. I started feeling sick immediately and knew I had to get back to Nathan and Julie. I stuck to the crowd just like David always said. I was afraid whoever had drugged me was out there waiting for his opportunity."

Micah's grip tightened around her shoulders, and he swore under his breath. What if she 110 hadn't been with Nathan and Julie? If she'd been alone, she would have been helpless and she could have been raped or killed, maybe both.

"Smart girl," Damon murmured. "You saved yourself with your quick thinking."

"Damn right she did," Micah growled. He picked up her hand and pressed a kiss to her palm. "You did good, Angel girl. David would be proud."

Tears filled her eyes as she looked up at him.

"Shit," Gray muttered. "That means that either the waitress drugged her or she allowed someone else to."

"Or someone at the bar distracted her while she was setting up her drinks and slipped the drug in while she wasn't looking," Nathan said.

"How the hell would anyone but the waitress have known which drink was hers? Unless it was random? Which makes no sense to me," Connor said.

"That's a good question," Micah murmured.

"I just ordered club soda," Angelina said helplessly. "I never drink alcohol."

The men all frowned, and Damon, who'd remained fairly quiet through it all, said, "Maybe it was a practical joke aimed at a potential designated driver?"

"But why?" Faith burst out. "None of this makes any sense."

"There are predators of all kinds out there, baby," Gray said. "That's why we want you girls to be more careful."

Angelina's fingers trembled in Micah's grasp. He tightened his grip on her hand and squeezed reassuringly.

"You're safe now, Angel girl. Do you understand me? I won't let anyone hurt you."

She tilted her chin so she could look at him. Her gaze skirted across his face as if she was judging his sincerity. He couldn't blame her for doubting him. But he wouldn't give her the chance to doubt him again.

A knock sounded at the door, and a police officer stuck his head in the door. "Ms.

Moyano? My name is Officer Daniels. Do you feel up to answering a few questions?"

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CHAPTER 17

When Angelina awoke, sunlight streamed through the slats of the blinds on her window.

Still sluggish, she turned to look at the clock. Ten A.M.

She closed her eyes again and turned her head to burrow back into the pillow. At least she was home in her own bed, even if it had only been hers for a short time. Still, it beat the ER.

She'd been adamant about staying in her own place after she'd been released from the hospital. To her surprise, Micah had insisted on spending the night on her couch. When she'd told him there was no need, he'd scowled and then continued on as if he hadn't heard her.

He'd tucked her in with an admonishment to holler if she needed anything, and then he'd disappeared from her bedroom. And she'd slept, dreaming of being in his bed, in his arms.

The police had questioned her and had promised to do what they could, but she'd seen the looks that passed between Officer Daniels and the others. It would be nearly impossible to find out what had happened unless the waitress could provide information.

She swallowed, wincing at the discomfort. Her mouth was dry like she'd eaten cotton, and thirst drove her to get out of bed.

She traveled through the living room, curious as to whether Micah was still there. A needle of disappointment pricked her when she didn't see him. When she got to the kitchen, she filled a glass with tap water and drained it in several gulps. As she set it back down on the counter, she noticed the piece of paper lying several inches away.

Angel, Gone back to my apartment, but I'll be back in a little while to check on you. I'll bring you something to eat.

Micah Warmth crept up her body, and she smiled at the knowledge that he'd be returning.

She leaned against the counter and folded her arms over her chest when a chill raised 112 goose bumps on her skin. Friday night hovered around her in bits and pieces. She remembered nothing of the time between her leaving the bathroom and waking into the emergency room.

Though she'd been assured that nothing had happened to her, a thread of panic still lingered on the periphery of her mind.

She swallowed back the knot of fear. It was a fluke. An act of random maliciousness.

She'd been in the wrong place at the wrong time, and some sick fuck had thought she'd be an easy conquest.

She felt a grim satisfaction at having thwarted whoever the hell it was.

Lead still traveled sluggishly in her veins, and it took effort to stay upright. A day in bed sounded like heaven. She wanted to lie down and wait for Micah to come back.

She walked out of the kitchen and glanced down the foyer to the front door. She saw another piece of paper on the floor and stopped in her tracks.

Someone had slipped a note under her door.