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He stared at her bare breasts for a few seconds.

"Thanks, but I'd've rather had the vodka."

She tried not to wince but failed. Hoping he hadn't noticed, she pointed to the kitchen table. "Sit." He sat.

The squirrels and baboons came out from their hiding places and started arguing about the New World Order. He put his head in his hands and heard her open the fridge and pour a glass of something. She sat down across from him and planted a blue smoothie on the table. "Drink this. You dehydrated yourself again."

He looked up and made a face, but drank it, then pointed to the counter where they'd been standing. "I didn't dehydrate me, you did. What was that all about? And quit telling me what to do."

"I'll quit telling you what to do when I decide you don't need to be told what to do any more. And what that was all about was step one of me fucking you sober and smarter. Remember? I told you last night, that's why we're here. That's going to happen every time you talk about-shit, every time you even look like maybe you might be starting to think about drinking anything you're not supposed to."

"What the hell gives you the right to tell me what to do, to barge into my apartment and start acting like you're my mother..." She raised an eyebrow. "Well, okay, not exactly like my mother... like somebody who thinks she has the right to run my life. I'm not some kid for you to boss around."

"You're sure as hell acting like a kid, Wolfe. I'm here because you've been trying to kill yourself and it's time you got over what that cheating bitch did. Yeah, you were a dumb shit not to figure out what was going on-hell, you were a dumb shit to marry her in the first place-but it isn't the end of the goddam world." She was hitting her stride.

"A lot of people care about you, but you can't see that because you've got your head so far up your ass you need a plexiglass navel. You're also really important to Golkonda-that's the company we work for, in case you've forgotten. We need your best, not that feeble shit you've been putting out for the last year. Jeremy decided you were a lost cause and was going to put you on unpaid leave until you got your shit together, which he figured would probably be never.

"I asked him to wait and give me a chance to fix you, to give us each a two-week special assignment that required out-of-office work and charge it to his discretionary budget. I wouldn't tell him what I intended to do or what the budget was for, I just asked him to trust me.

"He didn't like it, but finally decided to trust me. But he said no way I could fix you in two weeks, he gave me a month, so here we are. Let's get you back to bed, you've got a lot of catching up to do."

She meant let's get them back to bed. They showered together with no grab ass, brushed teeth, peed, and crawled between the clean sheets. He turned on his side, she spooned with him, and they were off to the arms of Morpheus. Her warmth somehow helped him tolerate the pain in his head and the cramps in his gut, and he slept.

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He woke up sometime during the night shivering and drenched in sweat; the squirrels and baboons weren't smashing anything against his skull, but they were jumping up and down and chattering way too loud. When he groaned and tried to sit up, Woodley pulled him back down and started crooning. "It's okay, Ivan, I'm here. Everything's going to be okay. Shhhh." She turned him to face her, cradled his head on her breast, and kept crooning until the shivers stopped. He went back to sleep.

When he woke up again it was light and he was alone. He went into the bathroom and she yelled the same instructions about showering and brushing his teeth. His hands shook as he put on clean boxers and T-shirt, then he went into the kitchen. The inevitable glass of Woodley's Wonderful Elixir was on the table, along with a carton of milk, a bowl of brown sugar, and a bowl of raspberries and blueberries; two places were set with napkins, silverware, and teacups. His place also had an empty glass.

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