Can't Buy Me Love (Sinclair Sisters 3)

“Why are you torturing me?” Agnes asked. “What have I ever done to you? Just make the pain stop and leave me alone.”

“Here.” He held out a glass of water. “I’ve got some pills for you to take. Sit up.”

Someone had covered her tongue in AstroTurf. “Turn off the sun first.”

Mercifully, the light dimmed. Agnes cracked open her eyes enough to see her surroundings and was relieved to find she was in her hotel room.

Logan returned to her side. “Come on, let’s get you sitting.”

With his help, she managed to get somewhat upright, but each tiny movement triggered a cacophony of percussion instruments playing in her head.

“Pills,” Logan ordered.

“Not so loud.” She took the pills and forced them past the grass growing in her mouth. The water was glorious, and she drank it down like she’d just come out of the desert. “More.” She held out the glass to him, and he gamely walked to the bathroom to refill it. “What time is it?”

“Eight.”

“In the morning?”

“Aye.”

“What day is it?”

“Saturday.”

“Market Saturday?” For all she knew, she could have lost weeks. It sure as hell felt like it.

“Aye.” He sat on the chair beside her bed, studying her as she drank.

“Okay,” she said at last. “Explain it to me. Why are you here? Why do I feel like a truck ran over me? Twice. What’s going on?”

“Basically, you fell into a bottle of stolen whisky, ate a carrot cake with your hands, serenaded me over the phone with bad karaoke, and then passed out cold on the pub floor next to your partner in crime.”

Oh no, it was all coming back to her. And it was horrific. “Betty,” she groaned.

“Aye, Betty.”

“Is she dead?” She remember

ed Betty lying on the floor. Had she let a woman die while she was singing?

“No, she isn’t dead. Although, she might be once Dougal finds out she’s behind the whisky thefts. Not to mention the cake and the frozen ham.”

This just kept getting worse. “I need more pills.”

“You need more water.” He topped up her glass.

“How did you get involved?” She hated asking, but she had to know.

“Well, when you suddenly went silent mid-song, and it was followed by a thud, I figured there was something wrong, so I came to investigate, which was pretty easy because nobody had locked the hotel up for the night.”

She ignored the implied reprimand over her lapse in security. “Where’s Betty now?”

“Lake took her home.”

“Lake was here, too?”

“Aye.”