V. J. Summers Under the Influence

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.64Under the Influence I think you lost something. He grinned.Max was glad that grin wasn t directed athim.Darque was one scary fucker.He dropped Sugar unceremoniously on the floor attheir feet then turned to the cop who d followed him back through the crowd. He s gota duffle bag in the cage and he drives a brand-spanking-new Beemer. He turned toMax. You suck at undercover work, dude.I made you six weeks ago.Max s self-disgust would have to wait, though.With the urgent matter of Sugar sapprehension resolved, there was only room in Max s head for one thing.He needed toget to Ben.* * * * * Beeen-ja-men.This was getting old.At least this time his head felt slightly less filled with cotton.And the voice was less distorted.Of course, the voice was also a clear soprano insteadof the gruff tenor he d much prefer to hear.Eyes closed, Ben took stock.Cool sheets.Puffy pillow.Burning sting in his lefthand, which sucked since he was a lefty.Nope.Definitely not Max s little hole in thewall.Finally, with what seemed like an unnatural amount of effort, he forced his eyesopen.And immediately slammed them shut against the blinding light. Oh! Sorry! The female voice must belong to the blurry shadow he d glimpsedbefore retreating back into his own head.There was a click, and the glare through hiseyelids dimmed. That should be better, the voice soothed.He wasn t thrilled about it, but he opened his eyes a slit.Yep.Hospital room.Prettylittle nurse.No flowers on the windowsill.No pissed-off club security guard cum cop inthe uncomfortable recliner. What& He had to stop because his dry tongue was sticking to the roof of hismouth and he was afraid he might choke to death on it.65VJ SummersThe pretty nurse hurried to spoon some ice chips into his mouth.Blessed cold.Sweet moisture. Apparently someone slipped you a mickey, she said with adisapproving frown. You must hang out with a crappy crowd, hon.He resisted rolling his eyes only because he was afraid it might hurt. Anyway, she paused to spoon up another batch of heaven-sent ice chips, you vebeen in a coma since Saturday night, early Sunday morning.Today s Wednesday, sheadded when he raised his brow in question. You ve got some good friends, though.That little blue-haired boy s been by almost every day.And that blond guy who lookslike he should be in rehab.Or prison. Tristan? he managed.He wasn t ready to contemplate the blond felon. He sawake? He is indeed.He woke up sometime Saturday night.Probably about the same timeyou were taking your dive. Her disapproval was clear. He came down Monday to seeyou for the first time and he s been here a couple times a day since then. Do you know what I took? Because that was easier to face than asking about Max. You ll have to ask the doctor that.She ll be around soon.I buzzed the desk once Iknew you were really waking up. Any lasting damage? Please God, no. You ll have to ask the doctor that too.I know they ll want tests on your liver andkidneys.You re breathing okay, though, and the only thing in your IV now is saline, soI wouldn t worry too much.Okay.So no panic until he had a reason to. Good morning! A white-coated woman who could only be the doctor surged intothe room like a tidal wave. Nice to see those pretty eyes with some personality behindthem.She whipped out her stethoscope and Ben settled down to be poked and prodded.And to wonder where Max was, and if he d be coming back soon.66Under the Influence* * * * *Max hung up the phone very gently.The rush of relief left him lightheaded.Benwas awake.And talking.And not asking for him.Of course, Ben had no reason to ask for him.It s not like Max had professed hisundying love or anything.Besides, even if he had, bad drugs, four days and a comalater, Ben probably wouldn t remember anyway.And what the fuck was he thinking, even considering the L word? He didn t loveBen.He liked him.Thought he was bright and funny and hot as hell.He d touched andtasted enough to want the banquet, to crave feasting on that dead-sexy body until hewas glutted with the pleasure of it.But that wasn t love.Why should Ben ask for him? Max was probably all tangled up in Ben s mind withthe bad trip fuck, trips, plural and the hospital, and the ugly things they d said toeach other before Ben had hit the floor.Max shouldn t want Ben to ask for him.Thelittle bastard had said some nasty shit to him, stuff that was almost true on a lot oflevels, and he should be fucking relieved to be rid of him.So why was he white-knuckling the phone, resisting the urge to fling it across theroom? Why was he shaking like a junkie with DTs, jonesing for a glimpse of Benny sglittering green eyes?He didn t know, but fuck all if it had anything to do with love.* * * * *Tristan looked good [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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