CJ looked down at the unconscious man. She was furious with him and herself. He’d pissed her off royally and then he’d made her hit him. She started pacing the room, trying to figure out what to do next. She supposed she should call the police, but then she’d have to tell them what he’d done…so not going to happen. CJ went over to his big body and searched for a wallet. Austin J. Force. Figures, she thought. With a name like Force, he was probably used to making women do what he wanted. She pulled out a business card and found his name on it, as well as a phone number. She wondered what it meant by “alpha” under the company name of Force Enterprise. A woman answered the phone. “Hi. I’m wondering if you know an Austin Force? And if you do, could you please describe him for me?” “Has something happened to him? He’s my son and he was out for…he went out early this morning.” The woman sounded frantic, and CJ hated that she’d done that to her. “Yeah, well, he’s a little beat up at the moment and unconscious. He apparently didn’t think that when I told him to get out, that’s what I meant.” CJ looked down at the guy as she continued. “I don’t suppose you could send somebody to come and get him before I roll his as…butt out on the porch, could you?” “Of course. I’ll send his brothers. I’m sure between the three of them, they can…are you all right, Miss…?” CJ flushed. She supposed she should have told the lady her name. “It’s CJ Webber. I have the house on Mulberry Street. My father, Charles Webber, used to live here. Do you know where it is?”
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