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.

out

woke. “Can you

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Winters‘ special

“Yeah.”

sorry, but I

darkened. “Why

herbs, specific ingredients. Plus

now.”

in it,

“Regular soup

I can

temples, when a knock made him

she come back?

“Come in.”

appeared in the doorway.

shown because her smile faltered.

his expression, nails

exactly who he’d

“Rosa said

“Fine,” he muttered.

him, pulling up her

perfect Montana itinerary. We should road trip it, maybe get a driver since

felt like

her

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have known exactly what he needed–her

“Later.

phone lowered

The hurt in her voice was carefully

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

against him, the picture

an old–world gentlemen’s club in Mayfair…

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

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