Andrew blew out a breath, and his eyes closed for just a second. "Okay, good."
"You, however, were drugged at the club. That might be why things are a little fuzzy."
His eyes popped open and then grew large and round. "I was drugged?"
I nodded. "I think Kirk did it. He said Brasov wanted me to get more money out of you, and if you were drugged, you'd be easier to convince to hand it over."
Andrew gave me a long look. "He didn't need to drug me to get me to hand money over to you. I'm pretty sure a smile would have done it."
That might have been the nicest thing anyone had ever said to me.
"We need to get inside, Mr. Lancaster."
"Yes, of course." Andrew blinked a couple of times as if he were trying to figure out his next move.
"Why don't you let Sergei help you out?" I suggested. "We'll be right behind you."
"Good idea." Andrew swung his legs around and then grabbed onto the arm Sergei held out to him, and it was a good thing he had. He wobbled a bit when he stood.
I quickly climbed out and stood beside him. I shivered as the cold started to seep into my body, starting at my feet and working its way up my body. I'd been running on adrenaline before, but it had worn off during the ride. I was freezing.
"Where are your shoes?" Andrew asked. "And your pants?"
"I don't have any." I didn't have anything. "I was still in my dance outfit when we escaped."
"Oh, well, we'll get you something to wear when we get upstairs."
That would be good.
"Where are the three musketeers?" Andrew asked when he glanced toward Sergei.
"They're on their way, sir. They were only a few minutes behind us. I think we should wait for them upstairs where it's safe."
Andrew nodded and then groaned, clutching at his head. I was kind of surprised he was upright and talking. "I think I need something for my head."
"You need to hydrate," Cam said as he scooted out of the same side of the vehicle Andrew and I had exited on. "It would be better if you stuck your finger down your throat and puked that stuff up, but barring that, hydrate with lots of water."
Andrew grimaced. "I think I'll stick to water."
That was probably a good idea. I didn't recommend sticking your finger down your throat to induce vomiting to anyone. It sucked big hairy donkey balls.
I slid myself under Andrew's arm and wrapped my arm around his waist. "Come on, let's get you inside."
"I'm really glad we got you out of there," Andrew said as we started walking. "I was worried about you."
"I'm glad you did too, and this is much better than simply texting or video chatting."
Andrew chuckled. "It wasn't so bad."
"No, but I prefer face to face."
And Andrew had a really nice face. Even covered with a beard and mustache, I could tell his face was strong and chiseled. He had thick eyebrows and the most stunning gray eyes I'd ever seen. I wasn't actually sure I'd ever seen someone with gray eyes, so maybe I was wrong.
I liked them.
He was taller than me by a few inches, but not so tall that I was in danger of breaking my neck when I looked up at him. The rest of him was just drool-worthy. I could tell from brushing against him and the arm I had wrapped around him that he was in very good shape. There were a lot of muscles under his tuxedo.
Andrew smiled at me, which was even nicer. "I think I like face to face, too."
