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Katherine stretched and arched her back, rolling her neck. She didn’t usually sleep so well in a bed she wasn’t used to, but she passed out hard.
It was probably more thanks to the four glasses of wine she had than the bed.
She pulled in a deep breath and sat up. The navy comforter fell to her waist, exposing the thin white tank top she slept in and her peaked n*****s.
Which immediately brought her mind to Dillon.
She half expected him to try something the night before. Especially when she had so much to drink and was clearly feeling like s**t. Most men would have, but Dillon Young was definitely a different type of guy than most. She was grateful for that, but it still surprised her. Katherine expected everyone to want something from her.
She swung her feet from the bed and listen
