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focus on his eyes, but I’m drowsy. God.

How much did I drink?

“I’m sleepy.” I stammer. He lifts

me with one sweep and is carrying me

back to the living room. He sets me back

on the couch and pulls the throw over me.

"Just rest up. I'm preparing for

dinner. The kids are with Chelsea till

then."

“How- how did I get here?”