Page 11 of Making the Save

“Your pores are still leaking alcohol. Really Sydney, aren’t you a little too old to be over imbibing like a sorority girl?”

“Why is she yelling?” Wyatt whispered, lifting a hand to his head. The only indication that he too was hungover. That made me feel a little better.

“Mr. Locke,” Bea said. “We have a number of things to cover, so if you would be so kind as to get your day started.”

He groaned and rolled on to his back. “Is she kicking me out?”

“I can hear you Mr. Locke. And yes. I am.”

Beatrice proceeded to pull back the second set of curtains along the eastern facing wall. Blinding Vegas sunlight filled the room.

“What the fuck? My eyes, my eyes!” He threw the covers back over his head.

“I have brought supplies,” Bea said. From a back pack she carried with her at all times, she pulled out a large bottle of water, another large bottle of Gatorade, the blue kind, and a bottle of aspirin. All of which she placed on the nightstand on Wyatt’s side of the bed. “After watching several videos of you playing the sport of hockey, Mr. Locke, I determined Glacier Freeze to be your flavor of choice. You’ll need to drink all of that,along with the water, and take no fewer than four aspirin. A man of your size requires a double dose. Now for you, Sydney.”

I also got a Gatorade, Cherry, my fav, a bottle of water, only two aspirin, and a soft hand on my shoulder.

In a low tone I called hermommy voice, she asked. “Are you quite all right?”

I nodded.

“You’re sure? Because if we need to involve the police…”

“No.” I shook my head and immediately regretted it. “No, we just drank too much and passed out.”

“Hmm,” she murmured disapprovingly. “You did a bit more than that. But first, drink, aspirin, shower. Separately,” she said, casting Wyatt a stern look. “I’ll have coffee, eggs and toast waiting for you when you’re ready for what comes next.”

“What comes next?” Wyatt asked.

He was sitting up, the sheet draped around his waist. The swirls of all that dark chest hair formed a line that went all the way down his stomach and disappeared under the sheet.

I swallowed.

I knew I had my underwear on, but did he?

He was already chugging the Gatorade and I could see the muscles in his neck flexing with each gulp. Seriously? Neck muscles?

He sighed once he’d finished the bottle, and Beatrice, because she was Beatrice and anticipated everything, set yet another bottle of Glacier Freeze on the table.

“Hydrate and bathe,” she said again. “I’ll be waiting for you in the sitting room.”

With that, she turned on her heel, left the bedroom and shut the double connecting doors behind her.

“Is she a witch?” Wyatt asked.

“Yes. But she uses her powers for good.”

I tried to make it a joke, but Beatrice had brought reality back to the room. Today I was going to have to deal with the fall out of what we’d done. Golf cart racing? Making out in a club?

“Hey,” he said, like he could see the spiral I was about to embark upon.

“We got fucked up. People do it all the time.”

I nodded. Getting fucked up and letting my guard down and having fun was stuff other people got to do. Not me. Not since I was seventeen. I’d been trapped for seven years in a world of my own making.

“I wasn’t lying…nothing happened when we got back to the room. We were both too messed up for that. Just so you know.”

“Thanks,” I told him. “I believe you.”