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then Kyle had always made her feel that way.
    By the time the song ended, Sam was out of breath. From out of nowhere someone pressed a glass of champagne into her hand. She didn’t think—she just drank. When she tried to step away, the lead singer grabbed her hand, bringing it to his lips. His sexy smile was all she needed to remain.
    Maybe… Just maybe tonight…
    From the corner of her eye, she saw Brad grab Kyle by the arm, but her mind was spinning. Where had this other glass of champagne come from?
    Sam staggered. “Oh God.” The glass fell from her hand, shattering on the floor. “I think I’m going to be sick.”
     
    Kyle shook off Brad’s grasp, closing the distance between him and Sam. The damn woman looked green around the gills. Her painful expression made the strings around his heart tighten. Not hesitating, he swept her up in his arms.
    “Kyle?”
    “Yes, baby.”
    Her eyes rolled and she grew silent, limp.
    Fighting his way through the crowd, he headed for the stairs. Yes, there was a closer bathroom, but Sam would die if she lost the contents of her stomach in front of everyone. Besides, her mother looked fit to be tied as her scowl caught his eye. The last thing Sam needed was a lecture tonight. Like a limp rag, her head bobbed with each step he took.
    “I-I don’t feel w-well,” she slurred.
    “I know. Try to hold on.”
    Several times her shoulders heaved and he half expected her to spew recycled champagne all over him, but finally they were in the bathroom adjacent to her bedroom.
    Flipping the commode lid up, he gathered her hair into a fist, pinning it back when her stomach erupted. Her tortured sounds made his chest ache for her. Hands resting on the seat, her head half buried below it, she continued to retch.
    When she finally fell quiet, her cheek resting on the edge of the toilet, he positioned her hair over a shoulder and moved to the sink. Wetting a washcloth and grabbing a glass of water, he returned.
    “Swish this around in your mouth and spit.” He placed the cup in one of her hands. “When you can stand you can brush your teeth.”
    She glanced up at him with bloodshot eyes.
    Kyle tried not to smile, but he did. “It’ll make you feel better.” He flushed the commode.
    After a moment or two, she did as he suggested. When she finished, he gently wiped her mouth then her face. Even with her drunk as skunk, he loved her so much. Pent-up emotion made his eyes blur.
    He cleared his throat. “Can you stand up?”
    “I think so.”
    Sam released an agonized moan as she got to her feet with his assistance. Propping her against the sink, he released her long enough to locate her toothbrush. He squeezed a thin line of minty paste on it, before he handed it to her. Then he left her, closing the bathroom door behind him.
    The queen-size bed squeaked beneath his weight as he sat and waited, wondering when she appeared if she would throw him out. While anticipating the worst, he looked around the room. All the pictures of her and him were gone. Even family photographs containing Cathy were absent. The smell of Sam, of wildflowers and woman, hung in the air.
    When the door opened, Sam appeared. Her legs crossed in front of each other as she zigzagged, before stumbling backward to lean against the wall.
    Eyelids heavy, she licked her lips. “Why are you here, Kyle?” She spoke in a low, drawn-out way that emphasized the amount of alcohol she had consumed.
    The bed springs squeaked again as he got to his feet. “You needed me.”
    Shaking her head tipped her off balance and she struggled to right herself. “No!” Sam shoved a hand out, stopping him. “I don’t need you. I don’t need anyone,” she mumbled.
    “Baby, let’s not fight.” Kyle was tired of being at odds with her. He just wanted to hold her, be close. Maybe even take care of her.
    Sam blinked as if her vision dimmed. “Fight. No.” On unsteady legs, she made her way toward him. “I—” Again, she staggered.