My smile turned genuine again. “Maybe I’ll save you a dance.”
The poundingin my head was a clear sign that tequila and rosé had not been a smart combination. Groaning, I shoved the blanket off and sat up, immediately regretting the movement when the room tilted.
Flashes of firelight, tequila, and the memory of Dylan’s lips, followed by Jase’s, crept in, but I forced them back. After a few deep breaths and a silent vow never to play drinking games again, I dragged myself downstairs for breakfast.
Jeffrey was setting out platters of food when I turned the corner. “Good morning, Faye,” he greeted.
He’d worked for our family for several years as our personal chef, and he had prepared some of the most delicious meals I’d ever had.
“You have no idea how happy I am to see you. I’m desperately in need of water, coffee, and food, in that order.”
“I’ve already made some eggs and bacon. Do you want those or something else?”
I had to hold back a gag at the thought of forcing down greasy bacon. “How about something light? Maybe an egg-white omelet with avocado?”
“On it.”
A couple of minutes later, I’d already gulped down a glass of water and was sipping a steaming cup of coffee when Jeffrey slid my omelet in front of me, along with a bottle of ibuprofen. He knew me too well.
“Thank you,” I mumbled, then dug in.
I’d just taken my first bite when I heard footsteps coming down the stairs.
“Morning.” Fallon strolled into the kitchen with his boyfriend.
“Don’t talk so loud,” I whined.
He exchanged a look with Rhett. “I’m not talking loud. Are you hungover?”
“Yeah. After you went to bed last night, your friends got me wasted.”
He chuckled and began dishing up the scrambled eggs, bacon, and fruit that Jeffrey had prepared. Rhett followed him, making himself a plate too.
“Can’t hang with college kids?” Fallon teased.
“Ididhang with them. That’s the problem.” I grabbed the bottle of painkillers in front of me and downed a few.
“You need the hair of the dog.” Rhett reached for the refrigerator handle. “Want me to get you a beer or something?”
“Oh god, don’t mention alcohol,” I moaned and pressed a hand to my forehead.
Fallon grinned and sat across from me. “Are you going to make it through the party?”
“I just need to eat.”
Rhett sat next to my brother. “Did you add avocado to your omelet?”
“Yeah, why?” I replied.
“It should help.” Rhett stuck a bite of egg into his mouth.
“Handsome and smart.” Fallon winked at him.
A second later, Jase and Dylan sauntered in, showered, dressed, and entirely too smug, as if they hadn’t downed as much alcohol as I had less than eight hours earlier. Both sported purposefully messy hair that shouldn’t have worked but did, and bright, clear eyes that made me question how they’d escaped the hangover hell I was currently living in.
“Morning!” Jase beamed.
“Who’s ready to party today?” Dylan boomed.
