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18 When she woke up the next morning, Caroline didn’t need to think back to how many drinks she’d had. She could feel every one of them. But despite the hangover, she felt good. She’d made two breakthroughs the previous evening: she’d connected with Dexter and finally opened up — at least partially — and she’d got the distinct sense that there was more to Patrick Walsh than met the eye. She shouldn’t have had a drink at all last night. A healthy body and a clear mind were vital today, and she was going into it with neither. She wasn’t looking forward to it in the slightest. She never had done. But it was always fine when she got there, and it was something that needed doing. She felt an incredible wave of guilt every time. She’d thought it might diminish after the first time or two, but