That didn’t sound like much of an answer.
“Your friend should be here soon. I have some errands to run, so take as long as you need.”
I opened my mouth to say something—anything, but all that came out was a squeak as he shut the door behind him.
I knew there was something I was missing, but the last thing I remembered was playing pool.
“Bailes! Let me in! I have to pee!”
Wrapping the sheet around my body, I hurried to the door and flung it open just as she shoved two cups of coffee into my hands and rushed past me for the bathroom.
“Oh God! It smells like vomit in here!”
Rolling my eyes, I set the cups on the table and laid back down on the bed. My stomach was still roiling, and the last thing I wanted was to move anywhere, but I couldn’t stay here for the rest of the day.
The toilet flushed, followed by the sound of rushing water, before Cheyenne came out in a flurry.
“Imagine my surprise when I got a call from Archer this morning. I saw you take him home, but I wasn’t sure anything would happen.”
She quirked an eyebrow at my state of undress.
“And you would be right. Nothing happened besides me puking my guts up the whole night.”
Grimacing, she walked over to the door and snatched a bag off the ground. “I was hoping when he asked me to pack you a bag that it was for some kinky reason, like he tore off all your clothes in a frenzied state of passion.”
“Nothing of the sort. You know I don’t live that interesting a life.”
“One can only hope. Now, hurry up and get showered. I have fun things to do today, and none of them include holding back your hair.”
“I’ll try not to take too long,” I smirked, grabbing the bag from her, heading for the bathroom.
“And Bailey, while you’re in there, maybe you can try to remember what the hell you were doing out at Murky Falls Ranch last night.”
“What?”
Sipping her coffee, she nodded. “Yeah, Remi said he saw you driving out there with Archer while he was on patrol last night.” Grinning, she shooed me to the bathroom. “That’s got to be one hell of a story.”
That queasy churning in my stomach intensified right before I slammed the door, then leaned over the toilet and puked up bile as memories assaulted me from last night.
I shovedmy sunglasses on my face, fighting the headache threatening to decapitate me. If I could, I would go back in time and tell Last Night Me to make better decisions.
But alas, I was doomed to relive the ill-conceived notions I had last night when I begged Archer to drive me out to Liam’s house.
“I can’t believe I went out there. Why weren’t you there to stop me?”
Cheyenne chuckled beside me as we headed toward the local diner for some much-needed grub. “Because you walked out of the bar with Archer. What was I supposed to do?”
Stopping, I lowered my sunglasses. “Can you forgive me?”
“For what?”
“For leaving with Archer when I knew you wanted him.”
“Oh, please. Do I look like the kind of girl that would be upset about something like that?”
“Yes,” I answered immediately.
“Well, maybe with someone else, but you’re my best friend. I can hardly stay mad at you forever. Besides, you didn’t sleep with him.”
