Bella came around the side of the bed and stood facing him. “I know you’re not a drinker,” she said. “You musta had a reason for getting drunk. Come on, let’s have it. What happened last night?”
“Nothing.”
“I’ll bet.” She snorted. And then, her eyes narrowed, “I found you stretched out in the hall outside Lola’s room. You were stiff as a board.”
“So what?”
“So it made me curious. You wouldn’t get loaded like that unless you had something on your mind. Something you couldn’t handle.”
He looked at her. “What gives you that idea?”
“I just know, that’s all. I know you.”
His eyes were dull, gazing past her. “You think you know me.”
She stood there studying his face. She said, “I took the trouble to drag you in here and take your clothes off and put you in bed.”
“Thanks,” he said sourly. “Thanks a lot.”