And then he laughed. He was drunk; that’s why he was a bit more vulgar than usual. He’d had two glasses of wine, and he was drunk! She didn’t see him drink often, but was Ian really that much of a lightweight?
When he stumbled backward suddenly and collapsed on the bed, it seemed to confirm it. His eyes closed within seconds, and then he was asleep. He’d passed out?
“He’s not going to wake up for a while,” a familiar voice spoke from behind her. She spun around, knowing she’d find Caleb standing there—probably not more than a few feet from her, as usual. As confused as she still was, she breathed a sigh of relief, and choked back a sob she hadn’t realized had gotten trapped in her throat.
“What did you do? You didn’t kill him?”
“No, it was tempting, but he’s just out cold for a while.
