“You hit me.” His voice was raspy.
Shame deepened the colour on Will’s cheeks. “I did.”
Dearne cleared his throat. “You think I stole your money.”
Will closed his eyes and shook his head. “I know you didn’t.”
“Well, you certainly thought I had when you came in here shrieking like a banshee.”
“Dearne…”
“And why the hell are you in my bed?” Dearne pushed away from him even further and sat up. Immediately he grabbed his head and groaned. “Christ, what the hell did you hit me with?”
“My fist. I’m sorry.”
“So you bloody should be.” Dearne was rocking and holding onto his head.
“I’m glad you remember. I was worried I might have damaged your memory even more.”
Dearne shot him a glance. “I remember perfectly. For some reason you appear to have decided I am untrustworthy. I did not take the money.”
“I know.”
“I can’t prove it.” Dearne said, moving his head this way and that as if trying to settle it on his shoulders.