Page 30 of Rogue's Path
The Morning After
Dylan
Why did I set cannon blasts as my phone sounds?
My head explodes with every tinkling bell.
It hurts.
Make it stop.
Please make it stop. I shove my hand out from under my pillow and flail around on the bedside table for it.
Why did I drink so much? Never again. Who am I kidding? If Dahlia throws another one of these, I’m totally going to do it again.
Gotcha!
Ugh! Even thinking loud thoughts hurts. “Hello.” That sounded more like a croak than a greeting.
“How much fun did you have last night?”
He called! Mr. Tall, Dark, and Sexy actually called. “Too much.” I push the speaker button and sit up.
“Did you get into any trouble?”
Other than agreeing to go on a date with you and kissing a biker three times… “How would you define trouble?”
His deep, smooth chuckle says he doesn’t believe me. “How about you tell me about it at brunch, and we can define it together.”
Moving sounds like a miserable idea.
“Before you can say no—”
How did he know what I’m thinking?
“—I know a place with the best crepes in town.”
Yummy.
“And you can get to know me better.”
“You scare me.” Hungover me blurts out anything I think, it seems.
“I scare a lot of people. It’s part of my job.”
“Mercenary or third-world dictator?” No. No. No.
His laughter is smooth, even if it’s echoing in my head.
“Those are good guesses.”
“But not correct.”
“No.”
“If I have breakfast with you, will you tell me what you do?”
“It isn’t a secret.”
