Page 58 of Billionaire Unexplained: Kaleb

I had to in my field.

I usually had a million things to do and not enough time in the day to accomplish everything that had to be done.

“Get up, Anna,” I grumbled to myself. “You don’t get a free pass for the day just because you were stupid enough to get drunk.”

By the time I got to the shower, I was feeling a little better.

The pills were obviously helping. The pounding in my head was reaching a lower level, but I still felt like my mind was foggy.

I made my shower quick, brushed my teeth, and threw on a pair of jeans and a comfortable purple T-shirt.

I gathered up the dirty glass, mug, and the thermos to take downstairs to the kitchen.

I was going to need more coffee to make it through the day.

It was Saturday, and Kaleb and I had planned on riding this afternoon.

I hated myself for drinking so much last night because I wasn’t sure I was up to getting on Bella today, and riding was one of my favorite activities.

I moved slowly down the stairs and into the kitchen, where I found Kaleb making himself a sandwich.

He was slightly sweaty and I could see particles of dust on his face.

Obviously, he’d been outside working while I was conked out with a hangover.

He looked up as soon as he heard me come into the room. “You okay?” he questioned with a concerned look on his handsome face.

“Other than the fact that I feel like an idiot,” I muttered as I put the dishes I’d brought down into the dishwasher. “I think I’ll live.”

“I should have cut you off after the first slugger,” Kaleb said like he was actually irritated with himself. “I know how lethal they can be.”

I shook my head. “I’m a big girl. I’m responsible for my own actions, and I do remember the part where I insisted on that second one. You warned me plenty of times. It was a dumb thing to do. Now that I know what it feels like to have a horrible hangover, I’ll never do it again.”

I moved to the coffee machine as Kaleb asked, “You’ve never had a hangover?”

“Not like this one,” I shared as I started making myself a latte. “I’ve gotten tipsy several times at events, but I cut myself off so I don’t make a fool of myself in public. Please tell me that I didn’t act like a total idiot last night. I don’t really remember that much about what happened after we got up to dance.”

“You didn’t,” Kaleb said readily as he put a second sandwich on a plate for me and put it on the kitchen table. “You only spoke to me.”

I groaned. “How many idiotic things did I say to you?”

He hesitated for a moment. “I didn’t take anything you said seriously. You were drunk, Anna. You’ll hear about it, so I will admit that I carried you out of there because you weren’t steady in your heels. But it was no big deal. Grown men get helped out of The Mug And Jug after overindulging in those sluggers.”

I slapped a hand over my face in mortification, and then regretted it because my head still hurt. “Oh, God, everyone saw you carry me out of that bar?”

Kaleb nodded as he put his sandwich on the table and then grabbed some chips from the pantry. “Like I said, it was no big deal. It happens all the time on the weekends there.”

“It doesn’t happen to me,” I insisted. “I’ve never had to be carried out of a bar because I was so drunk I couldn’t walk. I’m sorry. That never should have happened.”

I automatically made Kaleb a coffee, too, because I knew he’d drink it with his lunch.

“Don’t apologize for having a couple of drinks after dinner, Anna,” he told me firmly. “There probably aren’t many adults in this town who haven’t had one of those sluggers at some point in their lives. I should probably take a shower before we eat.”

I motioned for him to sit, letting him know that I didn’t care if he was a little sweaty. He hadn’t planned on showering before eating until I’d shown up.

I started to relax a little. Maybe people did cut loose on the weekends in town. “Have you?” I questioned as I put Kaleb’s coffee next to his plate and sat down in front of my sandwich.

He shot me a sheepish grin as he sat down at the table. “More than once when I was younger. Tanner and Devon have, too.”

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