A distant crash of glass woke me from a deep, dreamless sleep. Luke was on his side staring at me, probably wondering how the hell I came to be in his bed. I remembered everything from last night, but I had my doubts about his ability to remember much at all.
“Good morning.” He said, sighed then turned over on his back. “There is a bottle of water and some aspirin on the nightstand next to you.”
I sat up, and felt the slightest ache in the back of my head, so I downed the aspirin and settled back into the pillows. Another distant crash made Luke’s legs twitch.
“It’s taking every ounce of self-control not to run downstairs and discover why Suzi seems to be breaking all the dishes.” He turned to me, a slight smile on his face, which then flattened out. “My whole body is sore, and I have a
