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a headache."
    "I can get you some..." Shit. Was he supposed to give someone who'd been drugged repeatedly aspirin? "Lemme get the water."
    He hobbled out and got a glass of water and ice, stirring his...soup? Stew? Gravy? It smelled good, just like the old lady with the weird bananas had promised. He took the glass on back, peering into the room carefully before going in. MJ had managed to sit up, head in his hands, swaying a little, breathing deep and slow.
    "Hey." Man, he hoped he hadn't permanently damaged the guy. He'd just been having a little fun. "Here, drink up."
    "Thanks." MJ was a little shaky, water splashing on his fingers some. "Man... I must've slept hard, sorry."
    "Yep. Like a log. You were out, man." He couldn't resist copping a feel, well, okay, more just touching that sturdy back as it flexed. Such smooth, warm skin.
    "I guess. Weird fucking dreams." MJ stretched up, wincing as his arms raised. "Stiff, too. I probably just need a hot shower. You decided where you're going, dude?"
    "Uh. Yeah." He grinned a little, since MJ wasn't looking. "I was thinking Jamaica. Take that vacation you mentioned."
    "Good for you." The glass got drained, MJ's belly rumbling loud enough to hear. "Well, I'm willing to drop you off somewhere."
    "Oh, hey, that's almost as nice as I decided to be. I have soup...stew...somethin' on the stove. Want some?" Gravy. Whatever.
    "Yeah, I guess the eggs are cold." MJ sighed, stood... sorta. For a second. Maybe three seconds. Then he teetered and plopped right back on the bed. "Dude."
    "You okay?" Sonny watched closely. Impaired motor functions were a bad sign, right? Maybe he should get the local doctor again. He'd only cost twenty dollars American.
    "Yeah. Just feeling a little dizzy. Maybe I'm coming down with..." MJ looked around the room, starting to frown.
    Sonny gave him a winning smile. "Coming down with what? You're probably just suffering delayed jet lag..."
    "Considering that I don't do planes, that's unlikely." The room got another look, that frown getting deeper.
    "Well." He paused, pondered the distance to the door, factoring in MJ's dizziness. "You did this time."
    "What?" Oh, man. Those eyes were real awake.
    Real, real awake.
    He backed up a step. That damned ankle had him off balance, so he needed every advantage he could get. "Well, you know how I said I thought Jamaica was a good idea? How do you feel about banana stuff with gravy?"
    Damn, the man could look almost dangerous.
    Impressive.
    "What. Did. You. Do?" MJ stood, one hand on the bedpost, muscles tensing up.
    Sonny drew up a little, knowing he could do puffy and large better than this little shit. "I took you on vacation with me."
    "What?" MJ took a step toward him, a dark flush crawling up that ripped belly.
    That almost distracted him. Because, damn. Sonny braced himself, good foot taking all of his weight. "You're with me. In Jamaica. It's a miracle."
    "Bullshit." MJ shook his head, eyes rolling a bit, looking more than a little wild.
    He'd seen that look on a fractious pony. Sonny nodded, holding up both hands, speaking calm and clear. "Look, this is the deal. I drugged the fuc k out of you, bought you a plane ticket, dragged you on the plane. With a goodly bit of fine playacting and a doctor's note about sedatives, I might add. And now you're here. And I got bananas."
    MJ's head tilted, sort of like a pit bull puppy looking toward a new noise. "Bananas."
    "Well, they're not really bananas. They're green." Lord, the man just looked flummoxed. Sonny shrugged. "You want some more water? Some aspirin?"
    MJ looked down at the glass in his hand, then back up, fingers clenching. "No. No, I don't think so."
    It was pretty fascinating, how fast that little motherfucker could move.
    How hard he could hit.
    They hit the floor so hard the whole little bungalow shook, and Sonny's breath went out with a whoosh as he tried to pry MJ off. Without hurting him. Go figure.
    "What the fuck did you do, you crazy bastard? Where the