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?"

along. "Yeah, you

now? I don't need a shower. I'm just, um, naturally fragrant. I'm off to bed!" She raised her hand, waving lazily at him. "Night, Gil." His tie was dangling from

hard, stuttering

sound of steady breathing filled the room.

cheeks flushed with the warmth of alcohol, a smile tugging at his

her face, stopping short

What w

lost his mind? Abruptly, he stood and fled the room as if the hounds of hell were on his heels. Staying calm, he reminded himself. There was no way he could

awake, her first venture into hard liquor leaving its mark. Rubbing her

could it be? Flashes

covered her mouth in shock. "No

But that seemed impossible.

be Yates. After all, Yates had brought her back and even

shower, she grabbed her room key and

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