"Soon as I wake up, I'll call you," I told Samson.

Rohan waved a hand in farewell and dragged me toward the coat check.

I put on my jacket then tried to go back. "I have no shoes," I explained.

He swung me into his arms, ignoring my yelp of protest. My smacks to his chest were half-hearted since my feet hurt.

I held my tongue until we were safely in a cab going back to the hotel. "You almost ruined everything, you faking bastard."

"I pulled the ...