“I can’t.”
“You can’t? What does that mean?”
“It means…” He floundered for the words. They escaped him at the easiest of times, like dead leaves caught in a gale. Now, they refused to even acknowledge his presence. “We shouldn’t do that.”
“Two days ago, you were begging me not to stop.”
“I know.” God, did he know. In between the dreams, the memories of those hours made him ache. “I wasn’t thinking straight. You found me when I was smoking.”
Vince’s lips tightened into a thin line, and his eyes hardened. David had never been on the receiving end of that particular look before, and his blood turned to ice water. “You knew what you wanted.”
“That doesn’t make it right.”
His nostrils flared and he brought the tumbler up to his mouth. David could only watch as he downed what remained of the booze in a single swallow. He set the glass down on the side table, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and pushed himself to his feet.