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    The hurling came from the depths, and that was my cue to haul ass. “I’m gonna go now.” I turned to leave.
    “ No, please,” he looked at me for a brief moment, his body moving quickly with each breath. “Don’t go.” The words were barely out of his mouth before he started to puke again.
    “Damn it,” I whispered to myself. Why did I always get stuck taking care of everybody? My conscious was Mother-freaking-Theresa. I opened the closet door and grabbed a washcloth. While the cold water ran, I reached over and flushed the commode while his head was still buried in it. If I were staying then I couldn’t see or smell that, otherwise I’d be sick right along with him. Courtesy flushes were needed. Looking in the mirror, I realized I was still only wearing my bra. Oh well, too late to worry about it now. He didn’t seem to notice or care, so why should I?
    I got down on my knees on the floor next to him. Slowly, I used the cold rag to run along the side of his face and neck. The muscles in his jaw flexed with every touch. He lifted his head to look at me, and I was immediately glad I stayed. There was such sweetness in his eyes. He was actually pretty handsome when he wasn’t puking his guts up.
    I had a rag to his forehead when he finally spoke. “Thank you, Saw.”
    “You’re welcome,” I replied.
    He slowly lowered himself onto the floor and within seconds he was out. Since he was on his side, I figured it would be okay to leave him. There was no way that I could move him anyway. I went back inside my room and grabbed a spare blanket. He was already snoring when I came back in. Placing the blanket over him, I laid the cold rag on his forehead. I made sure to leave the door open to the bathroom so that I could hear him if he needed me. What a crazy night? I made a mental note to cuss Dane out first thing in the morning.
    The last thing I thought about when my head hit the pillow were those familiar eyes. I couldn’t remember who he was, but I would find out one way or another. He seemed to know me. In the meantime, Mr. gorgeous-no-name would bring me sweet dreams.

SIX
    Travis
     
    I blinked my eyes several times, unsure if they were deceiving me and this was all a dream.
    “Glad to see that you’re alive, but enough with the sleep talking already.” This was definitely not a dream. Sawyer Evans in the flesh, and standing over me. Good God she was gorgeous. Looking around, I realized where I was. Flashes of my head in the toilet were replaying in my mind, along with the excessive banging.
    “I thought I dreamt you.” My voice sounded scratchy and hoarse.
    “I hope not. It sounded like you were having a nightmare. Surely I’m not that scary.” She was so cute. I looked around the room again. Thinking maybe I should try and get up off the damn bathroom floor. “Yep, you’re still in my bathroom.”
    “And you’re still in your bra!” My eyes could barely focus with the black lace pressed firmly against her chest.
    “So, you do remember.” She narrowed her eyes at me. Was she flirting?
    “Hell yes I do, and I’m not complaining either. I’m hoping you’ll come home with me and wake me up every morning.” I groaned as I tried to raise up from the floor.             
    “Here,” she held out her hand. “Come on Romeo.” I took it even though her tiny little frame wouldn’t help lift me at all. I just wanted to touch her. “I think I like you better, when your head is in the toilet.”
    “You wouldn’t like me at all if you remembered who I was.” I mumbled. Not loud enough for her to hear.
    “What was that?”
    “Nothing, what time is it?”
    “Too damn early for me to be awake, thank you very much.” She pushed her hip to the side and rested her hand on it.
    “I’m sorry.” She stood there shaking her head as if she didn’t believe me. “I’ll make it up to you.”
    “Oh yeah, and what exactly did you have in mind. Are you cooking me breakfast in