Chapter 7
Devin woke with a first class hangover to deal with. After he popped some painkillers and started the coffeemaker he headed to the shower. As he passed the mirror he noticed a deep bruise on one hip and frowned. He knew he’d drunk more than his fair share last night, and danced hard with Vanni and a couple of other men, but still…
“You’d think I’d remember hitting myself on something,” he muttered as he touched the bruise and winced. “A table corner or something.”
He shook his head, not a good thing to do since it felt as if it was going to explode, and turned the shower on full force once he’d stepped into the tub and closed the curtains. Twenty minutes later he swore as the water began to turn icy, stepped out and dried off.
After putting on a pair of worn jeans he stopped
