Chapter 5
“You’re a total dick.”
At the sound of April’s voice, Dean closed his eyes, air escaping his lungs in a soft huff. Couldn’t the woman leave him alone for five minutes? Through charm and audacity, he’d coaxed a couple of tablets from one of the reception staff. She’d even given him a glass of water to wash them down, all the time mumbling something about new regulations. Some jobsworth had decided staff shouldn’t give out drugs. Not even something as simple as a headache tablet. The woman fished them out of her handbag, brightening at his smile, expression hopeful. To put her off, Dean played on the pain aspect, hinting at an oncoming migraine, until she suggested a quiet spot for him to sit while they took effect. Little had he suspected a migraine would arrive in the form of J
