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“Someone can give you a ride back to town to get things in order.”

I hated leaving Bonnie without saying goodbye. But she was honestly not going to even notice I was missing for hours.

“Sully,” Chris called as I walked away.

“Yeah?”

“Come back to her.”

“That’s the plan,” I agreed.

Only this time, we’d never have to worry about this guy again.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Bonnie

“Wait, wait,” I said, holding out a hand, but that only managed to make me stumble back a foot somehow. “The world is spinning,” I added.

“Uh-oh,” Layna said, giving everyone a guilty grimace. Since she’d been the one plying me with margaritas for the past few hours. Until I was pretty sure I couldn’t walk a straight… hell, I was pretty sure I couldn’t walk, period.

“Alrighty,” Gracie said, appearing at my side, grabbing my arm. “We’re gonna reacquaint ourselves with gravity,” she said, pulling me downward until I felt the cool floor underneath me.

“That feels nice,” I declared.

“Yeah. Cold is good. Here, put your hand on the wall,” Gracie said, grabbing my wrist and pushing my arm to the wall. “And put this on your chest,” she added, pressing a giant ice pack there for me. “Better?”

“Not so spinny,” I agreed, taking slow, deep breaths.

“I told you that last one was too many,” someone said.

“She was still dancing and singing,” Layna said. “I didn’t think one more would have her on her ass. You’re gonna be alright,” she said, coming closer to me. “But not if you keepclosing your eyes,” she said, sitting down cross-legged across from me. “Eyes open or you’re gonna spin more.”

“Okay,” I agreed, looking at her. Even if she was a little swimmy. Okay. A lot swimmy.

“Bonnie, do you like coffee?” someone from behind me asked.

“Yesssss,” I said, not sure why I was dragging out thes.

“Okay. I’m gonna get you some coffee.”

“But it’s bedtime,” I said.

“I mean, she’s not sick,” the clear, rational voice that belonged to Willa, a girls’ club member who wasn’t a princess, said. “Sleeping it off is probably the best bet at this point.”

“Sleep is good,” I agreed. “My eyes have little weights on them.”

“Yes, yes, they do,” Gracie agreed, petting my hair. “How about you come with me and we can get you into a cozy bed?”

“You’ll catch them if they fall off?” I asked, making Gracie let out a little giggle.

“Yes, I will catch the weights if they fall off. Oh, hey Zima! Mama is gonna want a buddy,” she told my dog as she half-dragged me to the end of the room where she pressed me onto a bed. “You have to sleep on your side, okay?”

“Okay,” I agreed, yawning as I pressed my head against the pillow that, a few hours before, had felt rough and firm, but now felt like a cloud. “Hey, girl,” I said, trying to reach back and pet Zima, who climbed up behind me, but my arm fell like a limp noodle. “Sorry you have to see me like this,” I told her.

“Hey, she likes seeing her mom having fun,” Layna said. A clank had me looking over to see she’d put a glass of water on the nightstand. “You’re gonna want this when you wake up. Trust me.”

“And this,” Willa said, producing an electrolyte packet from her fancy designer purse and putting it next to the glass.

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