Chapter Eight
TESS
The next morning, I woke to a pounding headache. I showered and put my house clothes back on. Careful not to wake Brick, I searched for my shoes, but they weren’t in the room.
Damn. I must have kicked them off in the living room.
Thankfully, the place was quiet, and I found my shoes by the coffee table. Just as I slipped the second one on, I heard the couch squeak.
“Tess?” Brick rubbed his eyes. “Where are you going?”
I stood and headed for the door. “I need to go to work.”
“What?”
“I’ll call you later.”
“Hang on—”
I opened the door to Trigger holding a tray of coffee cups.
He used his bulk as he moved forward and forced me to back up. He shot me the most pissed off look and handed me a Starbucks coffee.
“Brick.” He held my gaze, and Brick headed for the bedr
