Page 37 of Drawn to You

“I talk to you all the time.”

“No, I mean back at the bar when you said you talked to Lucas because I don’t care. That’s not true.”

I close my eyes, wishing everything would stop spinning. “I lost my biggest account at work today.”

“What happened?”

Usually, I protect Jane. I don’t know if it’s because of the alcohol or because she took away my client and didn’t even have the courtesy to tell me, but I don’t feel like making her sound better than she is.

“My boss is also my aunt. She’s my dad’s sister and she always hated my mom before my mom died, so she treats me like shit. She took it away because she could. Just like I’m here working twenty-four seven on a job no one else wants.”

“I’m sorry.”

My laugh is bitter. “The worst part is that I still want her approval so badly. I hardly have any family left. So I try like a fucking idiot to make her proud of me.”

“You’re not a fucking idiot.”

“Sometimes I am.”

“Karma will catch up with her.”

I scoff. “Bullshit. If karma was a thing, my car wouldn’t have been repossessed. My mom wouldn’t have died.”

“Hey--”

I cut him off. “I don’t want to talk anymore.”

After pausing for a couple of seconds, he says, “Okay.”

He doesn’t say anything else. We get back to his place and I go straight to my bedroom to curl up with Mr. Darcy.

There’s a one-hundred-percent chance I’m going to be miserably ill and hungover on the flight. I fall asleep in my clothes, needing to catch five hours of sleep before we have to leave for the airport.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Josie

“Hey, I’ve been thinking.”

I just woke up and wiped away my drool, and instead of responding to Dane, I squint at him.

“How long was I asleep?”

“The whole flight. We’re descending.”

“Wow.”

I sit up straight, my neck protesting after being in a weird position for a long time. Dane asked the team doctor to give me something for my air sickness before we boarded the plane, and whatever he gave me did the trick.

“I didn’t get sick at all.”

I can hardly believe it. Instead of puking into a bag and feeling like death, I slept. I actually feel pretty decent. My hangover headache is even gone.

“What was in that drink you gave me this morning?” I ask Dane.

“That was my juju juice. I can’t disclose the recipe, but it kicks the shit out of hangovers every time.”

He does a ninja karate chop with his hands and nods.

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