Shit. I had no memory of even meeting her boss, so making an ass of myself in front of strangers was a definite possibility. I straightened in my seat, my gut clenching in dread as I asked, “What did I say?”
“You don’t remember?”
Ashamed, I winced and shook my head.
“Doesn’t bear repeating.”
Fuck.
This was bad.
“I’m sorry,” I said.
She made a noncommittal sound and drained her coffee, setting the cup in the sink. “I’m not the one you need to apologize to. However, I would like an explanation of why you showed up drunk at my house and tried to climb through your bedroom window.”
Her words jogged my memory. “You didn’t answer the door.”
The look she leveled at me promised we’d discuss my inebriation later. “I was at work. Why didn’t you use the key in the planter?”
“You still keep a spare key in the planter?”
She turned off the coffee machine. “Of course I do. I never gave up hope that you’d come home one day.”
Guilt squeezed my chest, but I ignored it, scrambling to my feet to walk Mom out. “How’d I get into my bed?”
“Havoc carried you.”
The alcohol must have jacked up my hearing. “Is that a person?” At her nod, I asked, “How do you know someone named Havoc?”
“He’s a biker friend.” She headed for the living room.
I stumbled over my feet as I followed. “Since when do you have biker friends?”
“You haven’t been around much in the past eighteen years. There’s a lot about me you don’t know.”
I had no response to that, so I helped her into her coat and reached for the doorknob. Before I could open it, someone knocked.
“That’ll be Mercy. My boss. Do try to be on your best behavior.”
Of course, I’d behave. I was sober now. Annoyed, I opened the door and found the woman from my dreams.
Not of my dreams, of course—since I didn’t believe in that shit—but this was definitely the face from last night’s drunken head trip.
Intense blue eyes crashed into mine, and my breath caught in my chest. She was… stunning.
Mom slid past me, opening the screen door to step out onto the landing. “Good morning, Mercy. This is my son, Landon. You met him yesterday. He wasn’t at his best, but he’s making better choices today.”
Thanks, Mom.
The warm smile Mercy gave Mom vanished as her eyes slid back to mine and turned frigid. “Landon.”
“Mercy,” I replied, amused.
She wore her blonde hair slicked back into a ponytail again today, accentuating her brilliant blue eyes and plump red lips. Memories of her face flashed before me… and her legs. Unfortunately, she was now wearing black slacks underneath her trench coat.
I still couldn’t remember what crap came out of my mouth. “I’m sorry. About yesterday. You know, whatever I said to you…”
Her eyebrows shot up. “You don’t remember?”
