CHAPTER 24
QUINN PINCHED HIS eyes closed and rubbed his temples, willing the pounding in his head to stop. How much had he drunk last night? A beer in the kitchen with Jed. Okay, two. Then all that Scotch with…fuck, with Zhen.
Somehow, he’d still been able to walk well enough to carry her to bed, and only a burning need to use the bathroom had kept him from climbing in beside her. Thank heavens he hadn’t—she’d probably have stapled his nuts to the mattress if she found him there when she woke up.
Painkillers. He needed painkillers. His muscles protested as he rolled to the side to root through the nightstand drawer. Condoms, a paperback, a few rounds of ammunition, a Taser. No Advil. He checked he was wearing a pair of boxers then stumbled next door to find Jed. At least now he’d marrie
