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    “Eric!” Hadley rushed over, startled by the unexpected fall. She knelt beside him and grabbed his arm. “Are you alright?”

    Eric leaned against the chair legs, chuckling faintly as he shook his head. “I’m fine… If you’re mad, go ahead and take it out on me. Just don’t shut me out.”

    What kind of nonsense was he mumbling?

    Hadley responded with a t nod, “Sure, now get up.”

    Lacking the strength to lift him on her own, she looked over at Chelsey.

    “Come help me.”

    “On it!” Chelsey called out.

    “NO! Not you!”

    As Chelsey drew closer, Eric waved her off, refusing her help and clinging tightly to Hadley instead.

    “You do it, Hadley. Help me up,” he murmured.

    Hadley went stiff.

    She had to admit he was definitely drunk.

    “Fine,” she muttered, jaw clenched. “But you better cooperate. You weigh a ton.”

    “Okay…”

    She struggled to pull him upright, her breath growing shallow as sweat beaded on her forehead.

    Eric slumped heavily against her, draped across her shoulder. He then murmured, “Hadley, my head hurts. It hurts so much… I want to sleep.”

    “Where did Phillips go?” Hadley snapped. “And your bodyguards, where are they?”

    Eric shook his head slowly. “I don’t know… I don’t need them.” He was clearly determined to cling to her.

    Hadley clenched her jaw in frustration. “Fine! Let’s go! Go lie down!” With considerable effort, she managed to haul him back to the hotel room. She shoved him onto the bed without restraint.

    “Ugh…” She exhaled hard, ring at him where he sprawled. “You really do weigh a ton!” Her throat felt parched.

    She turned to the mini-fridge, pulled out a bottle of water, and began unscrewing the cap. Behind her, Eric started groaning. “Water… water… Hadley…” Of course.

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    She hadn’t even tasted a drop. With a deep sigh, she turned and brought the bottle to the bed.

    “Here. Have a drink.”

    “Alright…” Eric lifted his hand, reaching for her.

    She passed him the bottle, releasing it so she could grab another for herself.

    The bottle slipped from Eric’s grasp and tipped over, sshing water across his shirt.

    “No!”

    Startled, Hadley lunged to grab it. Half the water was already gone. She snatched up the bottle and shot him a re. “Can you hold it properly?”

    Eric looked wounded. “It kept tottering…”

    Tottering?

    Hadley frowned. What was he talking about?

    “Why are you tottering too?” he mumbled.

    His hand rose, cupping her face. “Stop moving… You’re making it hard to focus… One… two… Howe there are so many Hadleys?”

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