Elizabeth Brooks
Palm Springs
March 15, 2002 (the next day)
My head was pounding harder than ever. Trying to think in this condition was beyond torture. I couldn't remember how I got home last night and I didn't care. I was just happy that I recognized the room I had slept in.
I rolled over as I stretched my aching body. I saw a cup of coffee on the night table beside the bed and I smiled. Sara, always a sweetheart.
"Good morning"
His voice was low and husky. I froze with the teacup to my mouth, being careful not to spill it. Before I made eye contact with him, I took a welcomed sip and placed the cup back on the table.
"What are you doing here?" I asked Jake.
He was leaning against the door frame. He wore nothing but a button up shirt and cargo shorts. I took deep breaths as I tri
