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The next morning, I woke up lying on a soft carpet floor as something screeched loud as a banshee over my head. I moved to sit up and my forehead smacked into something hard, cold, and metal.

I hissed. “Ouch!”

“Quiet,” Maria groaned somewhere above me as the alarm cut out. “Why are you yelling?”

Shifting around, I squinted up at her. “Why am I on your bedroom floor?”

“You passed out in here. After Jamie left,” she muttered, rolling back out of sight.

“What time is it?”

“Nine thirty,” she sighed. “So, please stop yelling. My head is throbbing.”

I nodded and closed my eyes. Nine thirty. Too early to get up. Not when I was hung—nine thirty. It was Tuesday morning. I had to meet Gregor for the reading of the will.

“Shit!” I cried out again, scrambling to my feet. “I’m late. I’m gonna be late.”

I raced into her bathroom, combed through my hair, raking it back into place, and then came out grabbing my jacket from where she’d tossed it on the chair in the corner. I dug out my keys, and as I raced out the door Maria threw something heavy at the wall.

“Quiet! Please!” I heard her yelling behind me.

I ignored her and kept moving. Gregor didn’t like to be kept waiting. If I was late there was a good chance that he wouldn’t hang around long enough to tell me what was on Annie’s will.

I could barely breathe without making my head ache as I drove. I fished a pair of sunglasses from my glove compartment, but they didn’t help much at all.

By the time, I parked outside Gregor’s small two-story office I was in desperate need of a coffee, and my stomach sat in knots. Made worse by the sight of Ronnie’s truck in the lot. I wasn’t the only one who’d been called to the reading of the will. Pinching the bridge of my nose, I forced myself to take a deep breath.

“You can do this. You just go in there, and listen to what he has to say,” I said. “You find out what Annie left for you in her will, and then you can move onto the next problem. Getting out of this town and moving on with your life.”

The wordsmoving onclanged through my head like a rock in a windstorm. What was I moving on to? Another dead end job? Another meaningless relationship?

I had faint memories from the party. I’d had too much to drink, but thinking about relationships brought a few things back in stunning clarity. Jamie. His words.I’d make you howl for me.

I swallowed reflexively, feeling my cheeks burn. I’d kissed him, and I could still feel it tingling on my lips. I’d kissed Jamie Hart. A mistake I’d probably live to regret. At least it was a good one. It felt good anyway.

My cellphone buzzed in my pocket, and I jumped. I glanced down at the clock and hissed. I’d been sitting in the parking lot for five minutes. I was making myself later and later by the second.

Darting out of the car, and up the front walkway, I let myself into Gregor’s lobby. A blonde woman sat up straighter from behind her desk.

“Sasha? I didn’t know you worked for Gregor.” I smiled.

Her eyebrows drew together, and she laughed. “Did you forget he’s my dad?”

I jerked back. “Actually yeah, wow. Sweet gig. Is he in? Did they start the reading?”

“Nope, but before you go in…” she popped up from her seat. “I’ve got something for you.”

“Oh?” I frowned following her around to the kitchenette tucked into an alcove on the far side of the room.

“Well, seeing as you were at the party last night just like I was. I thought you could use this.” She turned around with a massive coffee cup from the local shop in her hand. “It’s nice and warm.”

My jaw dropped. “You are a goddess.”

“I know.” She giggled. “Now, I’d get in there before Ronnie murders someone or steals the will for herself or something. I don’t know. There’s been a lot of yelling.”

I closed my eyes and groaned. “Wonderful.”

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