He watched Mick’s face carefully, ready for any kind of reaction. His stomach dropped when Mick went pale, though to his credit, he didn’t bolt right that second.
“I was drunk,” Mick said. “You can’t actually buy into all that crap, can you?”
“It’s not as much crap as you think. I’ve been researching—”
Mick rose suddenly with a snort of disgust. When he realized his c**k was still exposed, he zipped his fly and started pacing around the room. “I don’t care what you’ve been researching, Spence. I was the one who experienced it. And I’m telling you, there’s nothing to it.”
“Just because you don’t believe in it—”
Mick whirled. “Do you?”
His breath caught in his chest. That had been the grand question ever since he’d witnessed the regression the first time. He’d replayed that tape over a
