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She was awakened from her erotic dream to find herself being dragged from the bed and slung upside down fireman-style over Trevor’s shoulder. She blinked furiously, trying to clear the cobwebs.

“What are you doing?” This demand was delivered to the very hard, very broad back of…Wait a minute. Her dream man wasn’t real, was he? No, she reasoned, she must still be asleep after all. But with the well-muscled arm strapped across the backs of her thighs, she realized her predicament was definitely real.

The breath she’d planned to use to inform him of his mistake was oomphed out of her as he stepped off the porch and headed toward his car. She was outside—in her underwear. “Oh, my God! I don’t have any clothes on!”

“I’ve got them. You can dress at the church. Save the excuses—” Trevor cut her off “—whatever they are.”

Christy was dumped in the front seat of the car and was just winding up to deliver a blistering speech to this Neanderthal. But as she turned to confront him, the words died in her throat. He was the most gorgeous Neanderthal she’d ever laid eyes on….