Free Lost In Me (Here and Now) by Lexi Ryan

wouldn’t sacrifice everything to have a night of dirty, no-holds-barred sex with Mr. Rock God.”
    I just shrug. “I have Max.”
    She rolls her eyes. “Right. Max and Mr. Hulk Tattoo, meaning you got more sexy male ass last night than I’ve had in the last six months. Yet another reason I deserve a night with Crane. I’m the only one around here who isn’t getting any.”
    “Poor thing.”
    “You have no idea. Max can’t keep his hands off you.”
    I frown at my reflection and run my finger along my newly defined jawline. Max can’t keep his hands off me. I wonder if that started before or after I lost the weight.
    She digs through my makeup bag. “So any revelations about last night’s mystery visitor?”
    “None.” Stupid amnesia.
    “Well, I vote that he was some nut job. You should really call the cops. The guy’s probably stalking you or something.”
    “I don’t think I want to do that. Not yet.”
    “But you’re going to tell Max, aren’t you?”
    Anxiety lodges like a wet ball in my throat. “I just want to have more information before I tell him anything.”
    “Hanna, this is serious. I saw a 60 Minutes episode once about a guy who imagined he had this whole relationship with the woman he was stalking. He watched her all the time, so in his mind they were together. Then she started dating someone and the dude flipped out and pulled a gun on him.”
    I turn and she’s staring at me, worry in her bright blue eyes. I don’t know how to explain to her that my heart told me I could trust this guy. “There’s too much we don’t know. I don’t want to screw things up with Max for nothing. I need to get some facts straight. That’s all.”
    “Okay.” Her eyes brim with tears. She lunges forward and wraps her arms around me. “I’ve missed this.”
    “What?”
    “My sister. I’ve missed talking about things. Confiding in each other. You have no idea how lonely it’s been for me these last few months.”
    “I hope I never have to find out,” I whisper, and she squeezes me even harder.
     

     
    By the time the party rolls around, I’m already anxious for an excuse to leave. I just want to go home and make out with Max until I’m confident I haven’t screwed up a good thing.
    It’s a hot night, and Lizzy vetoed my jeans and T-shirt for a short denim skirt and halter that look surprisingly impressive on my new body. The halter shows off my sculpted shoulders—apparently I’ve been lifting weights with Max—and the skirt shows my toned runner’s legs. I top the outfit off with strappy black heels and throw my hair in a twist. Despite the bruise on my right arm and the side of my face, I feel so sexy I snap a picture of myself in the mirror and send it to Max with the caption, Wish you were coming tonight.
    Two minutes later, I’m treated to his reply.
     
Max: I don’t want to wait any longer than I have to. The club closes at nine. Meet me here.
     
    His words send hot tingles of nerves and arousal rushing to my center.
     
Hanna: It’s a date.
     
    I’m still grinning at my phone when I hear Lizzy whistle. “Damn, girl.”
    “I know, right? Who knew I could look like this?”
    She frowns. “You were sexy before you lost the weight. I was referring to the way you’re glowing.”
    “Oh.” I press my phone to my chest. “I hope I didn’t screw things up. Max is… He’s amazing.”
    She rolls her eyes. “I’m sure there’s a perfectly logical explanation for all of this. Come on. Let’s get out of here.”
    When we walk into Asher’s, Maggie greets us at the door in a white sundress and bare feet. “You made it! I’m so glad!”
    “We’re on a mission.” I grin and nod toward Lizzy. “My twin would like to seduce your musician friend.”
    “You’re going to seduce Nate?” Maggie asks, skepticism all over her face.
    “Unless you’re planning on sharing Asher.”
    Maggie snorts. “As if. But Nate? Really? The guy sitting in my basement in a Spider-Man