Jackson. Oh God, I’d made an utter fool of myself last night.

“How bad was I?” My fingers curled around the glass as Sam cracked two eggs in the pan.

“On a scale of one to me, you were probably about a seven. You definitely weren’t at your best sitting up there, but you weren’t dancing on the bar like it was Coyote Ugly, either.” She shrugged.

Kill me now. “I didn’t think about the meds.”

She turned slightly, catching my eye. “I know you didn’t. If you had, then we’d be having a different discussion. I shouldn’t have stepped out when you were ordering your drinks.”

“You were talking to Grayson. Don’t blame yourself for my shitty decision making. Where’s Mia, anyway?”

“She left three hours ago.”

My eyes flew to the clock. “It’s already noon?”

“Sure is.” She slid the eggs onto a plate, then grabbed a fork and set the food in front of me. “Now eat.”

I tucked in, and Sam slid a cup of coffee over as my reward once I was finished. “Thank you.”

“No problem.” She leaned on the counter as her lips lifted in a smirk. “Now tell me how it was sleeping next to Jackson.” The woman wiggled her eyebrows.

“What? I mean…” Oh shit, I had slept next to him. I’d begged the man to stay with me and then spooned up on him and… “I fell asleep,” I whispered.

“Well, yeah. I told him if he took advantage, I’d bury him at sea, so that better have been all you did.”

My eyes flew to hers. “No, Sam. I fell asleep. No video.”

Her eyebrows rose. “No Will video?” she clarified.

“No. Just Jackson.” I hadn’t slept a night without watching that video in the nearly two years since I’d been given it. It had become my lullaby, my prayer, my sleeping aid, and my plea to my own brain to let him into my dreams. “What does that mean? Was it the alcohol? Jackson? God, am I using him to replace—”

“Stop.” Sam’s hand covered mine. “It means that you went a night without watching the video. Stop analyzing why you took the step and just be happy that you did. Be happy that you can sleep without it.”

Sure, if I’m drunk and have Jackson’s arms around me. The second part of that recipe was easy enough to remedy. Either way, I’d done it.

“I slept without the video.” I smiled as a chunk of weight lifted from my chest, and I took a full, deep breath.

“You slept without the video.” Sam squeezed my hand.

All night. In Jackson’s arms— “Oh God, what time did he leave?” Had he spent the entire night with me?