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“I can’t do this,” she blurted out without further consideration “You et hurt”

“I don’t think so,” Grant said, winking “I haven’tyet that I can’t put down if the notion strikes me”

“Either you want to get better or you don’t,” Blake told her gently “If you do, we have a fail-proof way to ensure you’re protected You won’t return to the drugs You won’t see Kilo again And you’ll be back to feeling like yourself sooner than you ht think”

“Why are you doing this again?”

“She’s stalling,” Grant muttered “Co to help herself”

“Wait!” she exclaimed as they turned to walk away “I’ll do it”

They didn’t wait for her to change her mind, and they didn’t ask her if she was sure Instead, they swapped one of those knowing stares men often share

Then, they pursued her

“What happened to the nap you pro her hands to the bedposts

“You said you needed to lie down We said as soon as you gave us an answer, you could Did we tell the truth or not?”

She set her jaw “I’h for this”

“You’re not sick,” Grant said “That’s what used to drive me insane about my brother In his final days, he acted as if he were ter problem Yes, you’re an addict But you aren’t ter, and if you were ever in any i by yourself You surviv

ed that You’ll survive anything”

“Even this?” she asked, her gaze darting between men

“Especially this,” Blake said, his lips hovering over hers as he propped up her head, placing a short stack of pillows under her neck and shoulders