Jenny struggled to free herself from his vice-like grip. Furious with him for his lack of compassion to Lila, she tugged with all her might. Irate at herself for not thinking faster on her feet in the office, she slapped his arm. “Ow.” Talk about rock-hard muscle. If she wasn't so pissed, she'd love to run her hands over his skin.Nah, he's more Lila's type. Well, that was yet to be determined. He doesn't look like the type to party all night long and pray to the porcelain god once the sun comes up. She met his glare while she shook the sting from her hand. “Charlzie, are you okay over there?” “I think so.” Tears clung to Charlzie's words. “Do you think this is a dream? That we were somehow sucked into Lila's drunken hallucination.” Rejecting the latter straight off, Jenny tried to wrap her brain around the situation. “I don't know what is going on.” How did you test a dream when you were consumed in it? “On my count, pinch yourself.” It was the stupidest idea she'd ever thought of.
