Banging.
I tried to pull the covers over my head to stop the noise, but it only got louder.
“What is happening?” I groaned.
“Ahhh…she wakes,” Cutler’s voice called out from somewhere in the room.
I pushed the covers back and peeked one eye open. “Are you renovating your house?”
My voice was barely recognizable.
Groggy and hoarse.
Loud laughter bellowed from him. “No renovations, Jeege. That’s called a massive tequila hangover. Let’s get some ibuprofen in you.”
He walked toward me with a bottle of water before handing me two little pills. I swallowed them with some water before falling back on the pillow. “I haven’t been hungover since college. And even then, it wasn’t this bad.”
“Well, you usually don’t drink so much.”
I nodded as I rubbed my temples with the tips of my fingers. “I did have fun, though. Even if I’m still a woman who’s never been pleased by a man.”
He had just taken a sip of his coffee, and he coughed a few times before a wicked grin spread across his face. “Well, at least you had fun. And you dominated on the dance floor, so that’s a win.”
I smiled as I thought about how much fun the girls and I had had out on the dance floor. Cutler hadn’t felt like dancing last night, and I remembered seeing him and Sydney all cozy at the table together when I was looking for him, and a weird feeling settled in my chest.
Clearly I was hungover, and the alcohol was affecting me in all sorts of weird ways.
I’d seen my best friend with more women than I could count over the years.
And this was why I didn’t like to drink so much. I didn’t like feeling out of sorts, which was exactly how I felt at the moment.
I shook it off and glanced beneath the covers. “I slept in my dress? My God, how much did I have to drink?”
“I took off your boots, or I think you would have slept in those too.” He smirked.
“I don’t think this new carefree life is for me,” I groaned, which made him laugh.
“Well, it’s not for everyone. And, I hate to say it, but you need to rally. We’ve got to get to the house to meet the cabinet guy. He wants to go over the layout.” He pushed to stand. “Buck up, Jeege. We’ve got shit to do.”
“I thought we were meeting him at noon? What time is it?”
“It’s eleven thirty. You slept late. But now it’s time to get a move on.” He leaned against the doorframe, his bicep flexing as it rested beside his head. He wore a navy ROD Construction polo shirt and dark jeans. How did Cutler always manage to lookgood? It didn’t matter what he wore, or what time of day it was—he just looked good.
I hurried to my feet. “Give me fifteen minutes to rinse off in the shower and get dressed.”
“You’ve got it.”
He left the room, and I hustled.
I did a fast body shower, brushed my teeth, slicked my hair into a low chignon, and applied just enough makeup so I didn’t look like the walking dead. I pulled on a floral sundress and grabbed my tan cowboy boots.
I glanced in the mirror, grateful that no one would be able to tell that I’d consumed more alcohol last night than I probably had in four years of college put together.
Cutler had a banana for me to take in the truck, and we made our way to the new house. The one his family was building. Emilia and I had the design pretty clearly laid out, and now we needed to get all the subcontractors’ designs nailed down.
Once we pulled up, we made our way inside. We had a few minutes before we met Calvin, so we walked the home. They’d just finished painting the interior. The flooring had arrived, and it was stacked to the ceiling in the living room.
“We should be starting cabinets next week, so we need to make sure he’s got everything ready to go.”
