He really shouldn’t have sat down with that bottle of Wild Turkey last night. It had seemed the perfect way to end a piss-poor evening, but he regretted it this morning. Shifting his limbs sent crushing waves of pain through his head. He didn’t even want to grab his poor skull for fear that it would burst if he touched it. “Green isn’t a good color on you,” a husky voice said, sending shards of agony through his brain. He managed to pry one eye open, squinting into the light to find the smart-ass. She stood leaning against the doorjamb, her arms crossed and one booted foot crossed in front of the other. In the sunlight, her skin was dusky as though she spent a lot of time outside. She wore a tight T-shirt that molded to her full breasts and a pair of cargo pants that emphasized the curve of her hips. His cock twitched beneath the sheet, drawing her gaze. “Glad to see Mr. Longfellow isn’t bothered by your hangover.” “What are you doing here? How did you get in?” he tried to ask, but the words came out garbled and raspy as though he’d been chewing nails all night.
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