Chapter 39

NATHAN Elijah shakes his head, his brow furrowed as he tries to process the shitstorm I’ve just dropped in his lap. After canceling my meeting, I immediately left the hotel and asked the pilot to haul ass home. Within minutes of touching down in New York, I was on my way to my older brother’s office. I needed to talk this through with someone before I faced Mel. And despite our differences, Elijah is the man whose opinion I trust more than anyone else’s. “So you got so drunk you blacked out?” he asks, his frown deepening. “Yeah. At least I think I did.” I pinch the bridge of my nose and try to recall more than the few little snapshots that came back to me when I was on the plane. Stumbling out of the bar. Me leaning against the wall in the elevator. Fumbling for my room key. Nothing new appears. I still don’t remember kissing her or touching her. I don’t remember taking her clothes off, or my own. Elijah shakes his head. “No.” I blink at him. I need his rational brain right now, not hi