Cali
Gemma was super lovely, but she sucked at being a hostess. If it hadn’t been for Gent, a name that made me smile. The same man who had been tattooing my ass, we wouldn’t have gotten back to her tiny apartment. Or she would have tried to drive, and we would have ended up wrapped around a tree or in a ditch somewhere.
”Gem?” I said her name quietly from her half-open bedroom door. In answer, she turned, snoring softly as she rolled over.
It was useless. She wasn’t going to wake up. I had been trying on and off for the last half hour. Not that I could blame her. She was going to have one killer hangover when she finally opened her eyes. The girl could seriously put back shots.
She couldn’t handle them, but she could put them back.
Still, I couldn’t wait. I didn’t want to miss my
