Seventeen
I’ll Bring Her to You!
10:00 a.m.
28 December
San Francisco (Why God, Why???)
The shrill ringing of a phone jolts Hugh from his sleep. His eyes pop open only to squeeze tightly shut as he recoils like a vampire from the overly bright morning sun. His head is pounding. But whatever he was on last night appears to have worked its way out of his system. Aside from the mother of all headaches, his mind is as clear as the surprisingly fog-free San Francisco sky.
Which is why every single detail from the night before comes back to Hugh with a leaden thunk. The wedding announcement. The strip club. The hot wings and beers. And of course, the kiss…
On second thought, perhaps the drugs are still in his system. Because the mere thought of that ill-advised kiss sparks a dark, pulsing
