No doubt about it, he was going to pass out. But he wouldn’t embarrass both of them by doing it here in front of the door. He’d wait until he was inside his room and on the bed.
As he stepped into his room, she slid from his arms. When her injured foot touched the floor, she limped.
“Mick, you don’t look good at all. Your face has lost color.” She hooked her arm around his and led him toward the bed. “I think you should lie down for a minute. Let me get you some cold water.”
The room spun out of control, but he made it to the bed and flopped on his back, looking up at the ceiling. He wasn’t drunk. He’d been drunk before, and he didn’t feel like that. So, what was happening?
She crawled next to him on the bed, cupped his face, and peered deep into his eyes. “Do you want me to call a doctor?”
Her beautiful face blurred before him and he blinked slowly. When her face came back into view, she was looking at him differently. She didn’t seem to be panicked that he was feeling this way. Instead, the look on her face told him she expected him to be this way.
Had she drugged him? Her kiss had definitely intoxicated his mind, but... was she responsible for making him feel so dopey?
Sweet, innocent Nicole. He groaned. Why did he get the impression she wasn’t so innocent after all?
FOUR
“Mick? Can you hearme?” Nicole gently patted his cheeks, but he was unresponsive.
Worriedly, she looked upon his sleeping form. Perhaps she shouldn’t have given him two pills. After all, he had been drinking alcohol, and alcohol and sleeping pills don’t mix well.
Using her fingertips, she found his pulse on his neck. It was still beating... She sighed. She’d just have to keep her eyes on him and make sure that his heartbeat didn’t become weak.
She jumped off the bed and limped while she searched for something – anything – that might help her find dirt on him. First, she searched through his briefcase, but all she could find were newspaper articles about Adkins Dev-Tech and a list of shareholders.
Her heart dropped. Would Mick try to buy out every one of them? If he did that, they were doomed from the beginning.
After she searched through the briefcase, she moved to his dresser drawers. He’d kept only a few items of clothes in the drawers, and his suits were hanging in the closet. Nicole went as far as to search through pockets, but she came up with nothing.
Growling, she stomped her foot before realizing that was the swollen limb. Cringing, she limped to the nearest chair and sat.
She pulled out her cell phone and called Mary. After one ring, her friend answered.
“Mary, I’m not finding anything,” she said in a low voice, not wanting to disturb Mick’s sleep.
Her friend grumbled on the other end of the phone. “Nothing at all? Not even in his suitcase?”
