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along the hallway outside his office.
    A big, blinking neon sign would have been less obvious.
    I don’t think Rock will mind if I borrow the decorations. In fact, I think he’ll be relieved.
    Someone’s fuck-me heels clack against the concrete floor. Fuck, I wanted to get in and out of here without any of the girls annoyin’ me. “Hey, Wrath. What ya think you’re doin’?” Lexi asks.
    What I think is that my MC owns this club and she should watch her mouth. Since it’s Christmas Eve and all, I answer, “Hey Lex. Borrowing some mistletoe.”
    She pushes her lips into one of those duck pouts that transforms her from pretty to ugly quick. “We put it up for Rock.”
    “Yeah, well, I don’t think he appreciates it this year.”
    “Do you know what’s going on with him? He’s barely ever here any more.”
    I know exactly what’s crawled under his skin, but it’s none of her business. “No, just leave him alone.”
    “Okay. So, what are you doing tonight?”
    Of course, one dick’s as good as another to her. Doesn't that just break my heart.
    I glance over at Lexi. The invitation in her voice was clear enough. But in case I missed it, she’s standing there in a “let’s fuck” pose that would normally have me bending her over Rock’s desk by now. No doubt she’s a sexy girl, but I got other things on my mind tonight.
    “Family stuff,” I answer, hoping she’ll get lost.
    “I brought those decorations in, you know.” Her tone makes it clear what she’s after. These fuckin’ dancers are all the same.
    Flipping out my wallet, I hand her two twenties. “Will that cover it?”
    She stuffs the bills into the garter around her thigh and smiles at me. “Sure, thanks.”
    “Later, Lexi.”
    I salute Rock on my way out the door.
     
    My next stop is the pharmacy. Gotta love these big-box ones that are open twenty-four hours, three-sixty-five. The pharmacist behind the counter doesn’t look old enough to shave yet, but he gives me a list of stuff that he thinks should make Trin feel better based on the info I give him.
    Teller’s still awake when I get back to the clubhouse.
    “She wake up?” I whisper as I get closer.
    “No. Been moaning and thrashing around a lot though.”
    I’m torn. I want to wake her and get some fluids in her—no, not that kind—but I also want her to rest.
    “You can go.”
    Teller cocks his head at me, but gets up and leaves us alone.
     
    ***
    In my barfy haze, I’m aware of someone getting up and leaving the room. Then the couch dips and by the sigh, I know it’s Wrath.
    My mouth is so dry I can barely talk. “Did you go somewhere?” I croak out the words, my throat so raw it hurts to talk.
    “Did we wake you up?” he asks.
    “No.”
    “How do you feel?”
    “Gross.”
    He chuckles softly, then sits up. The rustling of a plastic bag, fizz of a bottle opening, paper ripping. None of the sounds are compelling enough for me to open my eyes.
    “Think you can drink something for me?” Wrath asks.
    At his request, I sit up and instantly regret it. Pain slices through my head, and I fall back with a moan.
    “You’re getting dehydrated. Here, drink some of this.”
    He nudges a bottle in my hand. Even stuck a straw in it for me. I sip at the ginger ale thinking nothing has ever tasted so good.
    “Want some crackers?”
    “Ugh. One thing at a time.”
    He takes the soda from my hand and sets it on the table.
    “You move my tree?” I ask after a minute.
    “Yeah.”
    “Thanks.”
    I poke at him with my toes and he grabs my feet, settling them in his lap, warming them with his big hands.
    “You don’t have to stay down here with me.”
    He doesn’t answer right away and I start dozing off. “You had me worried.”
    “Sorry. I hope you don’t end up catching whatever it is.”
    “I’m not worried about that.”
    “You should be, I feel like I got hit by a bus.”
    “Try to rest now, babe.”
    I turn over and manage to fall asleep.
    I wake to sunlight