7 Luke
“Damn.”
My eyes popped open and my head was pounding. In the dark I couldn’t see where I was, but I knew I wasn’t in my bed, and I wasn’t alone. Since I hadn’t spent the night with anyone in almost five years, I was fairly sure I knew who it was. I reached down, relieved to discover my clothes were still on, then fished my phone out of my jeans pocket. The time was 5:30 in the morning and Percolate was due to open at seven. Thank God it was Sunday, otherwise it would have been a 6 a.m. opening.
Before easing out of bed, I turned on the flashlight function on my phone. Yep, it was definitely Joe’s bed, and he was curled up on his side facing away from me. I didn’t want to wake him, though I’d love to have known what happened last night. Vague pictures flashed through my mind of hi
