ELEVEN
Xan awoke in an unfamiliar bed, shrouded in crisp white sheets that screamed hotel room. Definitely not her unit, where she only used the blue sheets she'd bought in town. She lifted her head to look around, and that's when the tides turned – from drowsy calm to pounding surf, beating at the inside of her head. Nope. Just...nope. She subsided onto the pillow.
Something on the bedside table caught her eye – a scrap of paper. Xan groped for it and held the note in front of her eyes.
Jay Felix's f**k That Hangover Cure, she read.
1. Take the pills and drink the water. All of it.
2. When the pills kick in, take a shower or if you're feeling up to it, join me for a swim.
3. Room service said they're working on Step 3.
What pills, she wondered, risking a glance at the nightst
