-C
My brows slowly crept up. IVs on demand must be a rich people thing.
Another note was added under the first.
You were sleeping when I came back. The cat’s been fed. I went to swim laps; won’t be long.
Drink the water.
-C
I blinked hard before rereading the second note. He’d fed Whiskey?
That was so not helping me get over my new and completely inappropriate crush on Cade.
I rubbed my pounding temples just in time for Whiskey to headbutt my face.
My fingers found his fur, rubbing absently. “Yes, yes. You’re starving and want second breakfast. I know.”
I popped the aspirin and downed half a glass of orange juice, then rolled off the bed and crawled to Whiskey’s food bowl. The smell of tuna was more pungent than ever—or maybe my nose had just grown more powerful from this hangover.
I fought back a gag and filled the bowl. “There you go. Eat up, my lord.”
Whiskey readily trotted forward and scarfed down his food.
Meanwhile, I rolled back to the bed and dragged myself up before contemplating last night.
Cade and I had come so close to kissing—I’d practically been begging him for it—but that didn’t mean he actually wanted to.What if he’d just been placating the drunk girl so I’d go to bed? That’d be embarrassing.
Whiskey seemed completely unconcerned by the almost kiss, so I took a page from his book and plucked the chocolate croissant off the top of my little pastry mountain. It was light and flaky, and I salivated just looking at it.
I took one ginormous bite just as the door clicked open, and Cade walked in.
He wore dark swim trunks without a shirt, and his dripping hair smelled sharply of chlorine.
I froze, having no idea how to act around him now.
His gaze latched on to my widening one at the same time I dropped the croissant into my lap.
Oops.
Cade tossed his gym bag onto the floor, knocking me out of my stupor.
With my cheeks as full as a chipmunk’s, I glared at the croissant in betrayal before carefully setting it back on the stack.
I needed to say something. Anything.
In the time it took me to chew and swallow, a dozen explanations crossed my mind for why I’d gotten drunk and made a fool of myself. A dozen more apologies were on the tip of my tongue, but none of them felt right.
“Hey,” was all I came up with, followed by a lame little wave.
Cade’s brows slowly rose, and I could swear he was fighting a smile. “Hey.”
The air immediately turned suffocating. I fiddled with the blanket, suddenly very aware I was still wearing his T-shirt and little else.
And I had no idea what my hair looked like.
I gulped as an awkward silence settled in, brushing the pastry flakes off my palms.
