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Chapter 12-1
Chapter 12Garrett’s stomach was growling when he woke. For a second he felt confused, disoriented. He’d been dreaming. He realized. He just didn’t remember about what. He pulled himself upright, and immediately regretted it. He had a killer headache. He closed his eyes for a few seconds until the worst of it passed, then blinked around the room. Shit. That was right. He was in Russell Powers’ marital fun house. He glanced at the space beside him. Empty. And that side of the bed wasmade. Christ and the fuckin’ Apostles. He sighed, rubbing his temples. He didn’t remember much about last night, but it was slowly coming back to him. He recalled leaving the empty whiskey bottle on the front porch, and staggering inside. Up the stairs … into the master suite. And then he’d lain down beside her
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