I tossed the shot back and inwardly winced. Tequila wasn't my favorite, but I wasn't about to say anything. Instead I waved the bartender over and asked for another.
"My turn . . ." And that was how Molly and I spent the evening getting to know each other.
My head pounded.
Why the fuck did my head hurt so damn much?
I tried to remember what I had done last night to make me wake up feeling this shitty. The last thing I remember was going over to the bar to say hi to Molly. Bits and pieces of the night flashed before my eyes.
Tequila shots.
Twenty questions.
More tequila shots.
How much did I drink? It had to have been a lot because I couldn't remember how I got back to my room. This was my room, right?
I looked around the hotel suite. That was my bag sitting on the dresser, so this had to be my room.
My stomach swooshed as I tried to sit up to look at the clock.
Fuck, our flight was leaving in an hour. I needed to get my ass out of the bed and shower. I could worry about my hangover later.
Throwing the blankets off of me, I swung my legs around and set my feet on the floor.
Well, I didn't pass out in my clothes. That was a good thing. I must've been sober enough to get undressed and climb into bed naked.
Then why the hell couldn't I figure out how I got upstairs? Maybe it would come back to me after I showered.
Yup, I just needed a good hot shower, and everything would be better. I repeated that mantra over and over as I stumbledto the bathroom. I had to keep rubbing my eyes so I didn't land flat on my face. The bright light coming through the curtains was hell on my headache.
I didn't even want to turn the bathroom light on in fear it would make things worse, but showering in the dark while I was this unstable would only be worse.
With much reluctance, I slapped the switch until light flooded the small space. The sight in front of me stopped me dead in my tracks. Not that I had been moving much but my body definitely locked up.
Was that a used condom hanging off the trash?
Oh no.
Oh please, God, no.
Tell me I didn't have sex last night.
I looked at my face in the mirror. I wasn't sure what I’d hoped to see as I scrubbed my face with the palms of my hands, but a wedding band on my finger wasn't it.
Shit! What had I done?
CHAPTER TWO
MOLLY
I rushed off the plane. Barely taking the time to grab my carry-on luggage before dashing through the airport like the demons of hell were on my ass.
"Come on, come on, come on." I pushed through people herding to get to the luggage claim area. "Why must everyone be moving so damn slow?" I growled to no one in particular. It wasn't their fault that I was in such a hurry to get to the pickup area.
I practically sprinted when a small opening appeared in front of me. People around me looked at me funny, but I didn't care. Normally people were rushing to get into the airport to catch their plane, but I was doing the opposite. I was in desperate need of fresh air and my best friend.
When I finally made it outside, I groaned at the sheer number of cars in the area. This was a large airport, so it was no surprise that the pickup line was forever long but I needed my friend, and I needed her now. Taking my cell phone out of my pocket, I hit speed dial.
