Chapter 9
The sound of a car horn blowing ricocheted through Cassie’s head, jarring her from sleep. It faded a moment later, but the damage was done. She was awake, and from the feel of the lumpy object cuddled to her body, she was sprawled across the bed, hugging her body pillow.
She blinked twice in an effort to see the time, but her eyes were like sandpaper—dry and coarse. The sensation prevented her from fully opening them, as did the repetitious pounding in her temples.
God, she needed an aspirin and a cup of coffee. If she weren’t any better after getting both, she’d grab some tomato juice and a beer.
So it wasn’t the most nutritious breakfast, but by god, it would fix her hangover. s*x would too, but that wasn’t an option this morning. Probably just as well. Nothing had gone rig
