Chapter 1866

Barton nodded and left.

Andrew looked down at Debra, who snugged in his arms with her eyes closed. Her arms hooked his body.

Barton glanced at the rearview mirror. "Sir, want me to take care of Miss Frazier?"

"No need," Andrew said, draping a blanket over her.

"I feel bad," Debra mumbled, opening her eyes.

"What's wrong?" Andrew asked gently.

"I wanna puke..." she mumbled.

Andrew patted her back softly.

worried. If she puked on Andrew's suit, that'd be a

sure enough, Debra hurled right on

over, but Andrew instructed

fine once we're home," Andrew said as he kept

throwing up, she

her against the leather seat, pulling the blanket up. She dozed off


suit..."

didn't reply, just gazed

tugged at his lips. She still slept restlessly, just like when

shed his soiled suit and told Barton to carry Debra to her

changed into clean clothes, warmed a glass of

bedroom was full of lived-in warmth. He set the milk on the table, tucked her in, and noticed her

sobering pills nearby in case she felt rough waking

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