Page 57 of Sins of a King

“Want me to bring you something? Soup?”

“No, I’m good, really.”

“Call when you’re better and we’ll go out to dinner.”

“Will do,” I said.

I hung up and momentarily took stock of my body. My headache was gone and though I felt a bit weak, I was no longer nauseous. My stomach rumbled. I reached for my discarded jeans as I glanced at the clock. I’d slept the entire day in Flynn Campbell’s bed.

He was nowhere to be found. I was alone in his suite. I called his cell phone, but he didn’t answer. Not thinking too much about it, I realized the only thing I really cared about was getting something to eat. The idea of going down to The Rex Hotel Bar and Restaurant didn’t appeal to me, so I dialed room service.

While I waited for food, I couldn’t help but think about everything that had happened the previous night. Flynn had taken care of me. He’d been by my side when it really mattered. Even if I didn’t know all the pieces of him—I knew when he truly cared for people, he was there for them.

My reverie was interrupted by the arrival of food, brought to me by Lacey. “Hi,” she said. “You up for a visitor?”

I smiled. “Sure.”

“I won’t stay long.” The manager of the burlesque club came inside and set the tray of food down on the coffee table. “How are you feeling?”

“Hungry,” I admitted with a laugh. “I slept most of the day.”

“So I heard.” When I looked at her questioningly, Lacey clarified. “Flynn. Kept me posted.”

“Ah.”

I uncovered the warm plate of food and began to eat. “Help yourself to anything.”

“I’m good. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“Thanks.” I paused. “Physically, I feel better. But mentally? I’ve never blacked out before.”

“It’s terrifying, isn’t it?” Lacey asked quietly.

“Very. There’s just a blank spot in my mind. I remember getting off stage, laughing with the girls, the guy and the drink and then—nothing.”

“The girls all say to get well soon.”

“Sweet of them.”

“Well, finish up your food and get some more sleep. I’ll see you later.”

After Lacey left, I turned on the TV for some background noise and stretched out on the couch, my belly full. Though I’d slept most of the day, my eyes fluttered closed and I dozed.

“Barrett,” a voice whispered.

“What,” I mumbled into the couch pillow.

“Wake up.”

“No.”

There was a soft chuckle. “Please?”

With great effort, I opened my eyes and stared into Flynn’s blue gaze. I stretched my arms over my head, feeling like a sleepy cat. “You’re back.”

“Aye.”

“You’ve been gone all day.”