Lunch at his place. That might be a problem. I swung my legs slowly out of bed, testing my feet as if I was at sea. To my surprise I didn’t feel terrible. Thirsty? Yes. In need of a shower? Definitely. But I wasn’t dead, and although my recollection of the previous evening was questionable, that seemed like rather good news. After a shower I felt downright human again. Of course if there was one thing I’d learned being best friends with Jillian and Cassie for years, it was that a night spent over the toilet meant less pain in the morning. I tried to push the fact that Roman had been there to witness my one woman vomitorium out of my head. Cassie was snoring in her bed, so I left her a threatening note and headed out. I could only hope that her own bad choices would be biting her in the ass when she finally rolled out of bed. Roman’s grandmother lived a few blocks away in a tiny house that sat overlooking the beach. The front door was unlocked, so I let myself in per Roman’s instructions.
