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“Where’s your keycard?” I asked as I propped him up against the wall.

He reached into his pocket. “I think I left it in the room,” he slurred.

“Are you sure?”

“It’s not in my pockets.”

“Okay. Come on. Back on the elevator.” I sighed as I hooked his arm around my neck.

“Where are we going?” He stumbled and almost fell.

“To my room so I can call the front desk and get you another key.”

Stumbling down the hallway, I propped Drew up to get the key from my purse. When I let go of him, he slid down the wall and to the ground.

“Ugh. Come on, big guy.” I helped him back up and took him to the bedroom.

“We have something in common,” he spoke. “Something I think you should know.”

“Oh yeah. What’s that?” I asked as I helped him onto the bed.

“We both left someone standing at the altar.”

Did I just hear him right?

“What?” I frowned as I stared down at him.

“I left my fiancée at the altar just like you did.” He rolled over.

I knew trying to find out more was going to be impossible in the condition he was in. He probably wouldn’t even remember that he told me in the morning. Picking up the phone on the nightstand, I dialed the front desk.

“Front desk, how may I help you.”

Looking at Drew, I saw that he had fallen sound asleep.

“I’m sorry. I’ve changed my mind.” I hung up.

There was no use in trying to get him back to his room. He’d most likely be out the rest of the night anyway. After removing his shoes and socks, I covered him with a blanket. Grabbing my nightshirt, I took it to the second bedroom, slipped into it, and climbed into bed. Why didn’t he tell me that he could relate after I told him about Grant? And this whole thing with Jess. Wow. I could tell he was unhappy, so I wasn’t totally surprised. Something really bad must have happened for him to do it on vacation and send her home, which led me to another question. Where was home for him? I never did ask.

Chapter Ten

Drew

My head felt like someone had taken a hammer to it as I struggled to open my eyes. Where was I? This wasn’t my room. Shit. I placed my hand on my forehead. I was fully clothed, except my shoes and socks were off. Slowly climbing out of bed, I walked into the suite's living area and saw Jillian sitting at the table.

“Uh, hey,” I spoke as I rubbed the back of my neck.

“Good morning.” She smiled brightly. “How are you feeling?”

“Like shit. Um, how did I end up here?” I asked as I walked over to the table and took a seat.

“You don’t remember?”

“No. I don’t.”

“I saw you at the bar last night and helped you to your room, but when we got there, you didn’t have your key, so I brought you back here. I was going to call the front desk to have them bring an extra key, but you were out the minute you hit the bed. So, I just let you sleep.”

“And where did you sleep?”

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