hapter 20

The car service dropped Drake off at 3 AM, barely conscious as he stumbled to bed fully dressed.

He woke to his stomach in knots.

“Thalia,” he mumbled through the hangover haze, “grab my meds?”

The silence hit him like a wall.

“Thalia? Thalia-”

Reality crashed in as his eyes snapped open.

Right. She’d moved out.

The emptiness in his chest felt worse than his stomach.

After searching every cabinet for medicine and finding nothing, he finally caved and called Rosa, his

housekeeper.

She answered, groggy but professional.

“The meds, where are they?”

Looking at her phone–4 AM–Rosa counted to ten.

These trust fund kids would be the death of her.

“First–aid kit, Miss Winters‘ room, top drawer,” she managed evenly.

He found the kit but faced a new problem: a pharmacy’s worth of medications stared back at him.

Thalia had always known exactly which ones he needed.

He scanned labels, swallowed something that seemed right, and hoped for the best.

him out until past noon.

called when he woke. “Can you make that stomach remedy?”

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paused. “Miss Winters‘ special recipe?”

“Yeah.”

but I

face darkened. “Why not?”

specific ingredients. Plus all the

now.”

carefully. “I know what goes in

“Regular soup

I can

temples, when a knock made him

she come back?

“Come in.”

in the doorway.

must have shown because her smile

nails digging

knew exactly who he’d hoped to

“Rosa said you weren’t feeling great.

“Fine,” he muttered.

him, pulling up her

should road trip it, maybe get a

like

her constant chatter

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he needed–her miracle

snapped. “Later.

lowered

The hurt in her voice

sighed, guilt winning. “Just the headache. We’ll plan later,

against him, the picture of understanding.

an old–world gentlemen’s club

of young aristocrats were gathered around a bridge table. James caught sight of Asher’s wrist. “I say, rather smart timepiece you’ve got there.”

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