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He huffed. “That still doesn’t mean this will happen again.”
“We’ll see about that.”
He reached for his jeans and tried to get them on without getting up. “Get dressed and get out of here.”
“I don’t take orders from you.”
“Someone will be here soon. We need to clean up.”
“Worried about getting caught?” If looks could cause spontaneous combustion, I would have exploded right then.
“You will not say a word, not one fucking word, about this.”
“You think I want to run around here admitting I fucked a man that can hardly stand to look at me now. Trust me. I don’t need to brag about you. I’ve had plenty of conquests. And plenty of kills.”
He picked up his t-shirt and pulled it over his head. “Are you threatening me?”
“I wouldn’t dream of it, sweetheart.”
“Why are you such a fucking asshole?”
“Oh, baby, that’s not what you were saying earlier.”
“I was drunk and stupid, and now I’m pretty sure I’m going to die.” He pressed his hands against his forehead like he was trying to hold his brain inside.
“A beautiful man like you? That would be a shame. A sad loss for us all.”
“God, aren’t you even the least bit hungover?”
“Nope. I’ve learned how to be strong no matter what. I don’t let petty things like alcohol affect me. Sometimes you need to wake up after a hard night and be ready to kill.”
“Are you always so goddamn arrogant?”
“Is it arrogance if it’s all true?”
“You are completely insufferable.”
My phone buzzed, but I ignored it. I didn’t want to talk to anybody right then. I was putting up a good front because I’d learned how to. In reality, my head was throbbing. I needed some water, some coffee, and whatever delicious breakfast Jacob was getting ready to cook up. Once I had something in my stomach, I might be able to think about talking to whoever it was.
“Answer your damn phone,” Rhys said. “I’m done talking to you.”
“No, you’re not.”
Rhys moved slowly, bringing himself into a sitting position, then resting his head in his hands. I wanted to pull him against me and demand he let us sleep some more. If I’d been determined to keep him where he was, I easily could have, but I knew he was right. Someone could come in at any time, and I didn’t want anyone, especially Grant, to discover us.
If I need to, I could take Grant in a fight, but I tried not to hurt men who were decent, even if I didn’t care for their attitudes. After Grant’s whole don’t-mess-with-my-brother bullshit, I knew he’d make things difficult for me if he found me here.
I got to my feet, pulled on my jeans, then found the t-shirt I’d tossed across the room. I was reaching for my boots when Rhys groaned. When I turned his way, his face was pale and he was holding his hand over his mouth. I grabbed a bucket and put it in front of him just in time for him to bend over and be violently sick.
I should have walked out and left him there, but that would have proven I was the asshole he thought I was. Instead, I grabbed a rag and wet it at the sink just outside the tack room. Rhys was still hanging over the bucket when I returned, so I pressed the rag to the back of his neck.
I half expected him to push me away. When he didn’t, I knelt beside him. Finally, he sank back, and I moved the rag to his forehead.
“Thank you.”
The words were barely audible, but I was sure he’d said them. “You’re welcome.”
“I’m sorry.”
