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“This isn’t your room.” He glanced about the room, his face scrunched in confusion. “Technically, I think it’s my bed.”
Was it? We both looked unsure. But this definitely wasn’t the penthouse I’d been occupying, so that sounded right. But why was I here? And why was the room trashed?
Pizza boxes and beer bottles littered the burgundy carpet. I squinted and cocked my head. Was that a fuchsia wig? Spotting my crumpled rehearsal dinner dress on the floor, I sucked in a sharp breath!
My gaze shot to my chest. Thank fuck it was covered in a T-shirt.
I frowned, stretching the material wide so I could read the upside-down print. Word to your Muggle? “What the…? Did I rob Dumbledore?”
Barrett massaged his temples. “If you don’t stop talking in that shrill voice, I’m going to suffocate you.”
Shrill? I scoffed. I was not shrill. Panicked, yes. But shrill?
Focus Rayne!
I rubbed my head. “I have to think. Do you remember anything from last night?”
“I—”
I held up a hand. “Shh, shh, shh!” The canned harmony of the Dixie Cups’ broke the silence as my phone vibrated from somewhere in the abyss of discarded clothes and garbage.
I followed the tune as they sang about going to the chapel, stubbing my battered toes on bottles and slipping into a partial split when I stepped on a half-eaten slice of pizza.
Because that was a normal thing to find on the floor…
The chorus of Chapel of Love muffled from deep within the mess and Barrett growled, covering his ears. “Make it stop!”
“I’m trying! I can’t find my phone.”
“Damn it, Meyers!” Barrett flung the covers off his body.
“Mother of penis!” I covered my eyes, blindly following the music. “Put some clothes on!”
“Answer the fucking phone!”
I shook out the material of the dress and my phone sailed through the air as the ringtone silenced. Time slowed.
“Nooooooooo…” Barrett’s grey eyes widened, but it was too late. My phone nailed him right in the cash and prizes and he dropped like a sack of meat.
“Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry!” What did he expect walking around with something that big exposed to the elements?
He cupped himself, a quiet whimper simpering from his quivering lips as his eye twitched. His nostrils flared as he inhaled what would likely be a deafening roar sharp enough to puncture my skull.
I slammed my hand over his mouth as my phone rang again. “Be quiet! It’s Hale!” I answered the call, smothering Barrett’s injured cry. “H—Hale?”
Barrett squeaked.
“Rayne, thank God.” Hale sounded immensely relieved. “I’ve been going crazy trying to find you.”
Barrett glared over my fingers, his eyes bulging as he seethed with untethered rage and what I suspected was some pretty intense junk pain. I muffled the phone and gave him a death stare, warning him to stay silent.
“Baby, are you there?”
I covered the phone and pressed a finger to my lips. “Shut up and swallow your pain like a fucking girl,” I hissed, rushing over to the window.
“Rayne? Where are you?”
“Yeah, I’m here.” I stared into the blinding sun. Where the hell were we? “I’m, um, in the city. We—I—got a room.”
