Chapter Eight
EIGHT
KARLA STRETCHED under the covers, her muscles screaming against the motion, wanting to remain asleep. She stared up at the ceiling. She couldn’t believe what she did. Charlie would be even more of a pest now than before. It was her fault. She knew it. She allowed her frustration at Mitch to force her into making a stupid decision. Paul would have been the wiser choice, but he had already walked off. It was just Charlie’s luck that he sat there being nosy. Damn him.
Forcing herself out of bed, she stumbled to her dresser to see how bad the night was. Her hair was mussed and her eyes bloodshot, but nothing seemed as damaged as her pride. At least her walk of shame wasn’t in front of her sister. Aimee didn’t need to know about her asinine decision.
Running a brush thro
