Chapter Eighteen
Sitting in the passenger seat of her Outlander, Kristin felt absolutely terrible. She had never experienced a hangover before and she never wanted to again. Her temples throbbed, her mouth was dry and tasted of gin, and she felt slightly queasy. Every time Shepard turned a corner, she felt like throwing up.
She had woken on Brian’s couch at four o’clock with very little recollection of what had happened. Brian had gently informed her that she had slept the afternoon away, and while he didn’t appear angry, the look on his face displayed more than a little concern at his vice president’s surprisingly inappropriate behavior.
She had missed Brian’s briefing entirely, which meant Shepard was way ahead of her regarding the Motoko situation. Worse still, she had lost her opp
