Page 107 of Little Bits of Daddy (Montana Daddies)

“Baby, you’re just hungover.”

“I don’t like being hungover.” She wanted to crawl into a ball and just hit rewind so she could go back twelve hours and not drink five cocktails and then eat a huge hamburger on the way home.

It had all seemed like such a good idea at the time. Like hanging out the sunroof of a limo. Yeah, she better not tell Duke about that. Although she had this strange feeling that she might have already . . .

Whoops.

Stupid alcohol. She didn’t understand why people drank.

“There’s a bear in my head banging on drums. Make him stop.”

“A bear playing drums?”

“No, Daddy. Banging on drums. He’s being very inconsiderate.”

“Why a bear?”

She would have glared at him if she thought it was safe to turn her head. “Obviously because bears are very clumsy and they kind of thump around. There’s no way they could master the drums.”

She thought that was obvious.

“Baby, that’s the weirdest argument I’ve ever heard.”

“Then don’t get me started on the snakes in my tummy. Make it stop? Please?”

“I’ll try, Little Rebel,” he soothed. “Come on, it seems you’ve stopped vomiting. Let’s get you in the shower.”

“Can’t shower.”

“I’ll help you.”

“No, I’ve got to pee first.”

“All right. I’ll get you something to wear.” He helped her up, then reached under her nightie and drew down her panties.

“I don’t remember getting ready for bed last night.” She rubbed at her head as he settled her on the toilet.

“You asked me if I had hot pants and you thought that you were in Wonderland.”

“Oh.” Right. Like that all made sense.

“Don’t move off the toilet until I’m back.”

Pfft. She could go to the toilet on her own. She wasn’t ill, just seriously regretting her choices last night.

It had been a lot of fun, though. After she stopped obsessing over the Fox.

After peeing, which was a huge relief, she cleaned up and moved to the vanity. A scream escaped her as she caught sight of herself in the mirror.

Duke rushed into the bathroom, alarm on his face. “What? What is it? What’s wrong? Did you hurt yourself?”

“Look at me!”

Okay, she kind of wished she hadn’t screamed. Her head really hurt now. But jeez Louise. Who wouldn’t scream with the fright she’d just been given?

“What do you mean?”

“I look terrible. I look like Chucky’s bride.”

---