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room, he starts up again.
    “You sprang for a suite.” He looks around at the large, fluffy bed, and the sofa and chairs surrounding a low coffee table across from a massive TV. “Is there a Jacuzzi tub? Are the sheets silk? Shall we pop open some fizzy water for a toast before we christen the room?”
    “What’s your problem?” Will asks, swinging around to glare at Patrick. He doesn’t understand why Patrick’s being such a dick now. On the plane, he’d been sweet. Or as close to sweet as Patrick apparently gets without being drunk. “I’m exhausted. I’m in pain. My ass is still sore from last night and I just rode two hours on a plane. I’m married to you of all people. To say I’m on the brink of losing it isn’t that far off. I’ve had a very bad day. So back off.”
    Patrick taps his fingers against his pant leg, but he says nothing for a few moments. When he does speak, it’s in a softer voice. “Fair enough.” After another few seconds of silence, he goes on. “Do you want to tell me why we’re staying in a hotel instead of going back to your place?”
    Will’s trembling with exhaustion and the flash of anger. He sits on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, and presses his face into his hands, taking some deep, focusing breaths. “Because I lived with Ryan, okay? I have off and on since he moved with me to Healing after we graduated from college.”
    “Before you left for Vegas, you were ‘on,’ I take it.”
    “I’d been living there again for a few months.”
    “I see. Where do you live when you’re ‘off’?”
    “With my mom.”
    “I guess you can’t show up at your mommy’s place with a surprise husband.”
    “Not this late at night, no. It’d be too much to explain, especially with my little sisters and brother around. But I guess I can’t keep this from her either. Not if this is going to work.” He swallows thickly. “Patrick, everyone’s going to know.”
    “Yep.”
    He shakes his head, glancing up between his fingers. “I’m so embarrassed.”
    Patrick leans against the desk and picks up a pen, twirling it restlessly in his fingers. “I don’t know why. You did pretty well for yourself.”
    “Don’t pick on me.”
    “C’mon. I did pretty well too. We’re both hot, both loaded, both smart. I’d say that for drunken, horrific mistakes, we did okay.”
    “Except for the part where we’re stuck this way.”
    Patrick shrugs. “For now.” His voice is slightly wary, but mostly just gravelly with exhaustion. “You said your grandmother could take care of this for us.”
    “She can. I’m sure she can.” Will’s throat goes tight again. He presses his fingers against his eyes, holding very still to ride out the waves of humiliation.
    He’s always been Eleanora’s favorite grandchild. Despite the drinking, despite the hospital scares, she’s always forgiven him every wrong and mistake. But this… She’s going to be so disappointed in him. And the rest of his family is going to be upset too. His mom, Uncle Kevin, Grandma Betty. Oh God. What will his little sisters and brother think?
    He hears Patrick moving around, but at least he’s not saying anything, so Will ignores him. He looks up when the bed beside him dips. Patrick’s putting his stethoscope in his ears. Will sighs, but sits up and takes some deep breaths as Patrick listens to his heart through his thin dress shirt.
    “Good. Now lie back and let me listen to your stomach.”
    Will hesitates, but does as he’s told. Patrick’s fingers are gentle as they lift up his shirt and slide the cold stethoscope against his skin. Then he puts it aside on the bed, touches Will’s stomach, and presses down.
    “We were rough last night. I’m feeling for any internal swelling,” Patrick murmurs, pushing a few more times and then moving his hands away. “I don’t suppose you’d let me check your anus for damage?”
    Will hesitates, but he’s been in pain all day and Patrick is a doctor.