CHAPTER FIVE
MACKENZIE
I wake up in the morning feeling like complete crap. Lacey’s snuggled up on the couch with a blanket, and all I can think about right now is coffee and food. Since she drank too much to drive home, she stayed over.
I plop down by her feet, and she stirs.
“Why did we drink tequila, out of all things?” she mutters with a groan.
I’m blaming you for this raging hangover I’m dealing with right now.”
She lies back down and covers her face. “I’m blaming me too. It was such a bad idea.”
“I think I need some breakfast. Want to go to the B&B with me?”
Lacey forces herself to sit up and smiles. “Yes. God yes.”
On the way to the B&B, we’re both silent. After drinking a half bottle of tequila, we’re miserable. At some point, it tasted like water, so we kept going until m
