Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 69

"Sherilyn?" Gilbert called out, tempted to shake Sherilyn awake and get straight answers. "Come on, stop playing possum! Let's talk this out!"

"Ugh, so loud!" Sherilyn groaned, swatting the air as if to shoo him away. "I want to sleep."

Was she annoyed with him?

Gilbert couldn't help but laugh despite himself. Why was he even arguing with someone. three sheets to the wind? "You're just crashing here? Don't you want a shower first?"

"A shower?" Sherilyn seemed to struggle with the concept, her thoughts as clear as mud. Surprisingly, she leaned closer to Gilbert.

"Do I stink?" she asked, her face inches from his, their noses almost touching.

Gilbert's heart skipped a beat. What was she up to? He backed away slightly, his voice. faltering, "Just... talk properly, will you?"

But it was as if she hadn't heard him. Pulling at her shirt collar, she insisted, "Come on, smell. I'm not stinky, right?"

caved, playing along.

naturally fragrant. I'm off to bed!" She raised her hand, waving lazily at him. "Night, Gil." His tie was

stuttering

filled

with the warmth of

toward her face, stopping short as he remembered she hated

What w

the hounds of hell were on his heels. Staying calm, he reminded himself. There was no way he could fall

leaving its mark. Rubbing her temples, she noticed a tie looped around her wrist.

could it be? Flashes of the previous

mouth in

But that seemed impossible.

could never be like that. It had to be Yates. After all, Yates had brought her back

she grabbed her room key and stepped out, bumping