CHAPTER 13
I WAS RUDELY awakened the next morning by a zombie walking into my bed. I shuffled up the mattress and rubbed my eyes. Oh, no, it wasn’t a zombie. Lexi just hadn’t taken off her eye make-up last night, and it was smeared all over her face.
She flumped down on the edge of the bed. “What happened?”
“You don’t want to know.”
“Tell me.”
“You really don’t want to know.”
She groaned and slumped forward, head in hands. “What did I do?”
“Well, first you drank a lot of wine.”
“I think I got that part. The Russian dance troupe in my head told me.”
“Then you fell off your seat.”
“Oh s**t, did Brandon see?”
“He picked you up. Then he carried you upstairs and you got sick.”
“Noooooooo! What? When he was there?”
“Unfortunately, yes.”
She pulled out her phone. “That’s it. I’m boo
