Chapter Six
Early morning light filtered through the curtains, as Jarrod slowly drifted into consciousness, awakened by the icepick pounding into his right temple. f**k, how much had they consumed last night? He squinted over at the table where the bottle of Redbreast stood — nearly empty. He’d have to send his sister two bottles for her troubles. He was pretty sure there wasn’t a liquor store within fifty miles of here that was open on a Sunday morning.
He glanced down at the soft body curled against his chest. Dark tangles partially obscured her face, and he couldn’t resist tucking a few locks behind her ear. Her lashes cast tiny shadows on her cheekbones, and upon close inspection, he could see a spray of tiny freckles splashed across her nose. Cute. Jarrod pulled in a slow breath try
