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.

pills knocked him out

he called when he woke. “Can

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paused. “Miss Winters‘ special

“Yeah.”

sorry, but I can’t.”

face darkened. “Why not?”

prep–special herbs, specific ingredients. Plus all the

now.”

know what goes in it,

jaw ticked. “Regular soup then?”

I can

when a knock made him

she come

“Come in.”

in the doorway.

disappointment must have shown because her

nails

exactly who he’d hoped

“Rosa said you weren’t feeling great. Better now?”

“Fine,” he muttered.

settled beside him, pulling

Montana itinerary. We should road trip it, maybe get a driver since the distances are crazy.

felt like nails

pounding, and her constant

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he needed–her miracle soup, her quiet

snapped. “Later. Not now.”

lowered

in her voice was carefully

“Just the headache.

She curled against him, the

old–world gentlemen’s club

were gathered around a bridge table. James caught sight of Asher’s wrist. “I say, rather smart timepiece

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