Page 8 of Deep Cover

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"Babe?"

Mark found me sleeping in the sun on the couch. I never nap.

I rarely giggle.

He sat down beside me and looked deep into my eyes. I gave him a fatuous smile then I realized he was looking at my pupils.

"You're fucked up," he said flatly.

"No, no." My words were mostly clear. "I was very sleeping." I cleared my throat. "I was very sound asleep."

He gave me a look of utter disgust and got off the couch. "What are you on?"

"Nap." I wasn't trying to be cute I just wasn't thinking very fast.

"Jesus, Annie. I know you've had a hard couple weeks. I'm not going to turn you in to anybody. I want to know what you took so I can keep you safe."

"As if," I said. "I'm fine. I can take care of myself."

He gave me a very long look, the kind I thought he'd give me when he finally told me he wasn't going to wait for me any longer. "Then see that you do," he said before he left to go back to work.

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