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but Cormac seemed to enjoy every word. They laughed together all the way to the curb, where Cormac steered them to a waiting cab as if by magic.
    “Where are you taking me?” Andrew asked, slowly and carefully, to avoid slurring.
    “I thought we’d spend a little time at my hotel.” Opening the cab door, Cormac helped Andrew inside. Settling into the dark, Andrew closed his eyes, but just for a moment. He was tired enough to sleep, but he had to follow this through to the end. When Cormac slid in beside him, Andrew put a hand on the other man’s shoulder.
    “That’s fine. Whatever you want. Except I… I’m not supposed to….” Andrew stopped, wondering what had possessed him to nearly quote the state law regarding escorts to Wasserman’s most prized client.
    Gently detaching Andrew’s hand, Cormac placed it on the seat between them. “Just spend time. Talk. You have a better gift of gab than most politicians. Tell me more about your sister.”
    Andrew pinched the bridge of his nose. Why had he brought up Marie?
    “Okay. Well. Before she got sick, she worked as a massage therapist. And the other therapists used to call her the Sasquatch magnet, because every single shift, she got the client with the hairy back….”
    * * *
    Groaning, Andrew snuggled deeper beneath the blankets, fighting to stay unconscious. He had been sleeping face down, nose and mouth pressed against the pillow, belly lurching with every breath. He needed to piss and he needed to puke. The only question was, would the events occur separately or simultaneously?
    “Oh,” he groaned, sitting up and clenching tight to keep from losing it on either end.
    “You’re awake.” Cormac’s voice came from across the room. A lamp snapped on. “Need the bathroom?”
    “Yeah.” As Andrew stumbled out of bed, Cormac switched on the bathroom light and flipped up the toilet seat. Andrew was already positioned over the bowl and digging in the front of his boxers when he realized he wore nothing but boxers. Fortunately Cormac was already leaving, closing the door behind him.
    Andrew glanced at his face in the mirror. He looked like hell. And there was no time to wonder when he’d undressed, or under what circumstances. He’d barely managed to empty his bladder when the need to empty his stomach took over. Unable to get on his knees before the toilet in time, Andrew vomited into the shower stall instead. He was heaving for the third time when Cormac knocked, waited a few moments, and entered.
    “I feel guilty. I’m the one who kept buying you drinks. I thought you could handle it until—well, you couldn’t.” At the sink, Cormac turned on the tap and held a washcloth under the flow. “You done?” he asked, passing the wrung-out cloth to Andrew.
    “I think so.” Andrew’s voice shook. The stink of his vomit was as disgusting as it was humiliating. “I’m so sorry. Just give me a minute. I’ll clean up, I promise…”
    “Nope. You’re coming back to bed. I can take care of that by turning on the shower and letting it run. But first I’ll go down to the gift shop and get you some Alka-Seltzer.”
    “I’ll be fine. Just give me a sec to—”
    “Bed. Now.” Cormac’s tone was firm.
    Returning to the room’s vast king-sized bed, Andrew closed his eyes until the furniture stopped spinning. He felt better, now that some of the poison was out of his system. Still, his head thudded with every breath. Alka-Seltzer was a good hangover remedy, assuming he could keep it down.
    “Be back soon,” Cormac called. The room door shut behind him.
    Pressing his hands to his face, Andrew tried to remember. He couldn’t recall entering the hotel or accompanying Cormac up the elevator. Across the room, the closet door was open; Andrew’s suit jacket, shirt, and trousers hung inside, alone in the otherwise empty space. That must have been Cormac’s doing.
    When I woke up, Cormac wasn’t in bed with me. He was across the room….
    Yes. Beside the