I sighed and resigned myself to not getting distracted like I needed to be. “I think our tutoring session is over. This has been enlightening, and you’ve helped me tremendously, but I’m getting overwhelmed again and I don’t think I have another dry heaving session in me tonight.”

A sad smile came over his face. Since being assigned to me, I think he started understanding how horribly ignorant I was. It was like seeing someone transferred into an alternate reality—and that reality was a horror movie—and watching them flounder until the killer finally stabbed them to death. “I understand. I’ll let Mr. Vaughn know.”

“Brent or Augustus?”

“The one patiently waiting for you to let him in.”

Oh, don’t tell me that James was going soft for Brent now. “I don’t think that’s the best idea.”

“Then I’ll let you kick him out yourself. He won’t leave if I tell him to.”

He was right. Brent was stubborn and wouldn’t leave if I told him to either.

Not two seconds after James left, Brent was leaning in my doorway. “Feeling any better? I bought some anti-nausea meds while you were out cold.” He shook the bottle at me.

I held my hand out for them, silently agreeing to let him in to hand them to me.

“No sour words for me?”

“I think someone who deals with the financial documents has been working to undermine the company and help take it from me.” He deserved to have his questions ignored—we had bigger problems to deal with.

He laid next to me. “Then I’ll find out who it is and deal with them. You need a solid night of sleep.”

So casual. He offered to kill someone just like that and told me to kick back and relax like I asked him to take out the trash bin for collection day. It’s like it didn’t register that it was killing someone for him—it was just a simple bag of trash going out to the curb.

“You’ll find them all in one night and solve my problems within twelve hours?”

”I would do it in ten minutes if you asked me to.”

I scoffed. “That’s a little unrealistic, don’t you think?”

Next to me, he trailed his fingers up and down my arm. When he got this close, he was always so touchy. I couldn’t think of a time when he was this close that he wasn’t trying to connect his fingers to my skin in some way.

He flipped onto his side and played with my hair. “For you? Never.”

“What else did you need to tell me?”

He kissed my head. “It can wait a few more hours.”

I turned to face him, too tired to fight. Food wasn’t staying down, and my brain was tired. “Why are you here?”