And face-plant onto the hard floor.
What the?
“Ah, fuck.”
I force my eyes open. They’re almost too heavy to function. But the furry wagging tail that fades into view has me blinking hard.
Kel doesn’t have a dog... or a cat.
He—
“You’re awake.”
I jerk, rolling back before sitting up against a sofa.
Rubbing my eyes, I glance around the space I’m in.
Not Kel’s.
This is definitely not Kel’s place.
And—
“Petal!” I drop my knees, and she plants herself on my lap.
Petal, that means this is . . . Hammond’s place.
As if just remembering someone spoke to me, I look up to find him staring at me and Petal. He’s in a tight T-shirt and grey sweats, like he just woke up that way.
Okay, so he probably did.
Apparently, this is his house.
This is his pup.
“Oh girl, I have missed you. Has this man been good to you?” I ask, rubbing her neck, tracking my fingers over her eyes, and cuddling her to my chest.
“We’re getting used to each other.” Hammond squats, holding out a mug.
May as well be an olive branch.
I hesitate before taking it.
Petal jumps from my lap, jostling me.
Last night rushes in. The Guinness . . . the bar . . . the walk home.
Oh god. I place the mug on the floor and drop my head into my hands. “Urgh, fuck.”
“Sorry about the sofa. Didn’t think you’d want to wake up in a stranger’s bed.”
He thought right.
“I—”
Hammond pads back to the kitchenette space. Of his tiny, tiny apartment. It makes our place?—
Oh, shit.Mama.
