supervising from a short distance. There may have been body shots and dancing…on a bar. I pressed a palm to my forehead with a moan. I’d been at my worst, and so completely out of character— body shots? Really?
One thing was certain—his surprise appearance had really shaken me up. With my eyes closed I concentrated on breathing deeply, evenly. It was a miracle I wasn’t rolling around, sick and dizzy. And it would come, there was no question. With me, alcohol and hangovers came hand in hand. The dark room revealed more than likely the alcohol hadn’t yet had time to settle. I considered crawling to the bathroom to make myself throw up. Yes, that’s what I need to do .
I rolled over into warmth and my brain was sluggish to react to the body I wrapped myself around. When my head caught up with reality, I froze and my breath caught as panic set in. The sickness I had anticipated hit me deep in the belly, and I quivered.
I’d never had a one night stand before. Ever. I respected my body. The fact I’d taken a stranger back to the villa with me, into my bed, blew my mind—and scared the hell out of me. Clearly, I was more of a mess than I’d been ready to admit. A pasty, sick dread flowed over me. My body was on fire, feverish, and I trembled, fearful of what I’d done, who I’d done it with. Who the hell is in my bed?
“I told you, you need a babysitter.”
There was no way to measure the immense relief flooding through me. So much so that I clung to Leo—the Jaws of Life couldn’t have pried me away. Tears welled up in my eyes. I wasn’t about to become a headline in tomorrow’s paper! I pictured it: Tragic Murder of the Runaway Bride in the Caribbean . Deborah Buchanan would’ve had the clipping framed.
With my leg draped over his hips and my head tucked into his neck, I whimpered. My hand grasping him through the thin, rumpled sheet, and I said on a moan, “I’m never, ever going to drink again. Ever.”
Rum was bad. I was lucky the man I clung to was Leo and not some crazy person. My body still shook with the bullet I’d dodged, and his arms held me tight against his chest in a protective embrace.
“Don’t move. You’ll feel better in a moment. Just breathe. In and out. Let your heartbeat slow. You’re safe.”
Safe. What he didn’t know was I already felt better.
We lay in silence, and slowly my muscles relaxed. I was too weak to move or speak. I had a vague recollection of him cradling me in his embrace tonight as he padded across soft white sand under the full moon. Safe. The rhythm of his heartbeat lulled me to sleep.
The massive hangover I’d worried about pierced my eyelids and temples like little ice picks. My head pounded, and the room spun. With a moan, I rolled over and off the bed and crawled my way in the direction of the bathroom. I made it there with my eyes slit open just enough to reach my destination.
I knelt before the toilet, and the liquid poured out of me like a faucet with little effort on my part. Afterward, I sprawled out on the bathroom floor; the wood was cool against my feverish skin.
While I showered, I couldn’t get Leo’s face out of my head. He’d come all the way here just to make sure I’m okay. The very idea of it blew my mind. Who did that? Who flew all the way across the ocean to make sure an ex-girlfriend was safe? He had a big heart. A beautiful one. A heart I’d fallen in love with when we were just kids. He was all grown up now, but his heart was still the same.
I peeked out of the bathroom door, but the open, two-room villa was empty. I had no idea where Leo had gone. I dressed quickly. Room service arrived with a dinner tray and soothing, ice cold cucumbers for hangover therapy. I sat back in the plush chaise lounge on the stone patio looking out at the ocean and dialed Gen’s cell phone.
When she answered, I asked, “Do you have something to tell me?”
“Yes,” Gen said. “Cat is out of control with her breasts. She’s
One thing was certain—his surprise appearance had really shaken me up. With my eyes closed I concentrated on breathing deeply, evenly. It was a miracle I wasn’t rolling around, sick and dizzy. And it would come, there was no question. With me, alcohol and hangovers came hand in hand. The dark room revealed more than likely the alcohol hadn’t yet had time to settle. I considered crawling to the bathroom to make myself throw up. Yes, that’s what I need to do .
I rolled over into warmth and my brain was sluggish to react to the body I wrapped myself around. When my head caught up with reality, I froze and my breath caught as panic set in. The sickness I had anticipated hit me deep in the belly, and I quivered.
I’d never had a one night stand before. Ever. I respected my body. The fact I’d taken a stranger back to the villa with me, into my bed, blew my mind—and scared the hell out of me. Clearly, I was more of a mess than I’d been ready to admit. A pasty, sick dread flowed over me. My body was on fire, feverish, and I trembled, fearful of what I’d done, who I’d done it with. Who the hell is in my bed?
“I told you, you need a babysitter.”
There was no way to measure the immense relief flooding through me. So much so that I clung to Leo—the Jaws of Life couldn’t have pried me away. Tears welled up in my eyes. I wasn’t about to become a headline in tomorrow’s paper! I pictured it: Tragic Murder of the Runaway Bride in the Caribbean . Deborah Buchanan would’ve had the clipping framed.
With my leg draped over his hips and my head tucked into his neck, I whimpered. My hand grasping him through the thin, rumpled sheet, and I said on a moan, “I’m never, ever going to drink again. Ever.”
Rum was bad. I was lucky the man I clung to was Leo and not some crazy person. My body still shook with the bullet I’d dodged, and his arms held me tight against his chest in a protective embrace.
“Don’t move. You’ll feel better in a moment. Just breathe. In and out. Let your heartbeat slow. You’re safe.”
Safe. What he didn’t know was I already felt better.
We lay in silence, and slowly my muscles relaxed. I was too weak to move or speak. I had a vague recollection of him cradling me in his embrace tonight as he padded across soft white sand under the full moon. Safe. The rhythm of his heartbeat lulled me to sleep.
The massive hangover I’d worried about pierced my eyelids and temples like little ice picks. My head pounded, and the room spun. With a moan, I rolled over and off the bed and crawled my way in the direction of the bathroom. I made it there with my eyes slit open just enough to reach my destination.
I knelt before the toilet, and the liquid poured out of me like a faucet with little effort on my part. Afterward, I sprawled out on the bathroom floor; the wood was cool against my feverish skin.
While I showered, I couldn’t get Leo’s face out of my head. He’d come all the way here just to make sure I’m okay. The very idea of it blew my mind. Who did that? Who flew all the way across the ocean to make sure an ex-girlfriend was safe? He had a big heart. A beautiful one. A heart I’d fallen in love with when we were just kids. He was all grown up now, but his heart was still the same.
I peeked out of the bathroom door, but the open, two-room villa was empty. I had no idea where Leo had gone. I dressed quickly. Room service arrived with a dinner tray and soothing, ice cold cucumbers for hangover therapy. I sat back in the plush chaise lounge on the stone patio looking out at the ocean and dialed Gen’s cell phone.
When she answered, I asked, “Do you have something to tell me?”
“Yes,” Gen said. “Cat is out of control with her breasts. She’s
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