Chapter 19After I’d upchucked everything that was in my stomach, pretty much including the lining, Wills gave me some toilet paper to blow my nose and dry my eyes.
“Better, babe?”
“I’m sorry. Fine welcome after you’ve been gone a month.” I threw the toilet paper into the john and flushed.
“It’s better than being told I don’t have a boyfriend anymore.”
“I’m sorry.”
“How much did you have to drink?”
“I don’t know. There was the Seagram’s.” I squinted, trying to remember. “And about half a bottle of vodka, and a couple of those little nips of Kahlúa, and most of the retsina, but Paul wouldn’t let me finish it.”
“Jesus, Theo. You could have died of alcohol poisoning.”
“I didn’t care. If I’d lost you—”
“Oh, baby.” He hugged me, but he was very gentle about it. “Are you feeling any bett
