Chapter 5
Tate groaned, burrowing under the covers. He had the mother of all headaches, his mouth felt like something had died in it, and his stomach was churning. Plus he had to piss, which meant he had to get out of bed. If he could.
“Need some help?” Van asked with a trace of amusement.
Without uncovering his head, Tate growled, “What the hell are you doing here?”
“I slept in the other bed after lugging you in here, with Gwen’s help, and getting you undressed. I figured you might not be in the best of shape when you woke up.”
“So you took it upon yourself to play nursemaid.”
“It was me or Gwen, and while she wasn’t nearly as drunk as you were, she wasn’t exactly sober either. So I sent her off to her room to get some sleep.”
“Nice of you,” Tate replied scathingly. He eased the co
