Chapter Twenty
Dayton
Dayton woke at noon feeling surprisingly better. The house was mercifully quiet, allowing him to sleep soundly the rest of the morning. Except for a raw burning in his stomach and a constant ache behind his eyes, he had to admit he’d had a lot worse hangovers in his life. If damned Lupe would just allow him to sleep when he need to. He rubbed his eyes, and when his fingertips grazed the lump on his forehead, he received a jolting reminder of the injury he’d sustained that morning while dealing with Lupe and her extreme lack of consideration.
“Oh, crap,” he said, remembering their exchange. But people can’t just go around leaving cords for others to trip over, now can they? He could have fallen down the stairs, for god’s sake. He listened for sounds of activity out
