Page 61 of Don't Lie to Me

My eyebrows pulled in. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

She grinned at me and I rolled my eyes, figuring out what she meant.

“Whatever,” I said with a wave of my hand. “Logan had a nightmare and can’t go back to sleep.” I looked at Dean. “Can you walk me outside?”

He nodded, and once a cab pulled up, he slid in next to me.

“I can get there by myself, you know.” I felt a little uncomfortable with him sitting so close, remembering what he said to me in the bar. He was probably joking, but still.

“I know. I’m going to head home anyway. Just want you to be safe.” He clamped his mouth shut and didn’t finish the rest of his thought. Which was probably along the lines of …and not stupid.

Dean told the cab to wait when we pulled up to Marcus’ building. He walked me to the elevator and down the hallway to his door - it was really more him dragging me while I held on and stumbled instead of walking - but whatever, semantics.

I practically fell into Marcus’s apartment when he opened the door.

“Thanks, Dean!” I called out, but he was already gone.

Marcus’s mouth dropped open when he saw me. “You’re trashed.”

I giggled like a girl and dropped my heels just inside the doorway. He reached out to hold me at my elbow.

“Sit here,” he said and pulled out a kitchen chair for me. He left and came back with a glass of water and two pills.

“Thanks.” I swallowed the pills and chugged the water, still feeling thirsty. I wanted to drop my head onto the table and pass out, but then I remembered Logan. “I’m going to see Logan.”

Marcus stopped me with a hand on my shoulder. “Don’t worry about it. I tried to text you. He fell asleep right after I called you. Sorry for cutting your night short.”

I looked up at him and then closed my eyes to stop the room from the slow spin it had started. I shook my head and heard Marcus laugh.

“Come one. Let’s get you to bed.” He started pulling me to my feet.

I was so confused. I was mad at Jack, dancing with Dean, and now I was sleeping with Marcus? When did I become such a slut? I choked on my own laugh and Marcus turned to me, with a slight smile.

“I’m not sleeping with you.”

“Yeah, because I like my women this wasted. I prefer to have them not acting like a sloppy fish.”

Somehow, I found myself in Marcus’ room and looked around. “Have you had a lot of them?”

He walked me to the bed and once I was sitting down, went to his closet. “Do you really need the answer to that?”

He tossed me a shirt from a shelf and crossed his arms.

“Answer to what?” I asked him. Did I ask him something? His room felt suspiciously like one of those merry-go-rounds I used to play on when I was kid. Those were fun.

He shook his head and laughed. “Do you need help getting in the bed?”

I looked around his room again, and then his bed, and furrowed my eyebrows. “Where’s your fish?”

“What?” He asked, clearly choking back laughter.

“You said you like your women to meet your fish.”

Marcus bit down on his knuckle and I watched his shoulders shake. What is so funny? I didn’t know he liked fish.

“Go to sleep, drunk girl. I’ll tell you all about my fish in the morning.”

I shrugged. Sleep did sound really good right about now. Before I knew it, Marcus was holding me up while he pulled back the covers. Once he laid me down on the bed, he pulled his cream comforter over me and gently brushed the hair off my forehead.

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