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“Rayne? Are you okay?”
“Yeah?” That wasn’t supposed to come out like a question. “Jussa lil tipsy.” I pinched my fingers in the air and squinted.
“Why aren’t you with Martel?”
I didn’t have an answer that wasn’t complicated and at the moment my brain was a little too pickled to think. “I just needed to be alone.”
“With Barrett?”
“That wasn’t my plan.”
“How did it go with your dad?”
I shook my head. “I can’t do that talk right now. My—” Distracted by the musicians, I gasped. “Ooh, the band’s about to start!”
“Rayne?”
The drummer slammed down his sticks and noise erupted from the stage. “Hale, I gotta go. It’s getting real loud in here and I can’t hear you.”
“Rayne, wait?—”
“I’ll love you later. Call you.” I handed the phone off to Barrett.
“Hey.” He covered his ear to listen to whatever else Hale had to say. “I will. Relax. I’ll personally make sure she gets home safely. You got it. Bye.” He tossed the phone on the table and mumbled control freak under his breath, stretching to loop his arm over the back of my chair. “This band better be good.”
Detox and Tuxedos, Oh My!
I woke up to the piercing sun shining through the windows of the penthouse and my body sprawled across the bed. I was still in my clothes from the day before, but my boots were off.
I coughed and winced. “Oh, God.” My mouth tasted like ass and my head throbbed. I turned my face into the pillows and groaned. “Percy?”
“Yes, madam?”
“Do you have some sort of magic bullet for a hangover?”
“Right away.” He disappeared and ten minutes later I was sipping some citrus concoction and washing down two little white pills.
“Mr. Davenport left this note for you.” Percy handed me the slip of paper and I frowned.
“Hale was here?” Then I looked at the handwriting and realized he wasn’t talking about that Mr. Davenport.
Meyers,
You’re going to feel like shit tomorrow. Take it easy and call your dad. Life’s too short to waste being pissed about the things we can’t change. Rule number one about fathers—they usually suck at the hard stuff. At least he’s trying.
And call Hale.
—B.
My brain needed a moment to detox before I could handle any of that.
After a long shower and another citrusy drink from Percy, I was feeling slightly human again. I called Hale, knowing it was after midnight in Tokyo. He answered right away.
“Rayne?”
“Hi.”
“Are you home?” He sounded groggy.
