CHAPTER FIVE
Kathy opened her eyes and sat up too fast in bed. She had been dreaming about the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Kathy had just been reaching for the pot of gold when her dream came apart in jagged wisps and she got up suddenly.
She had a nagging headache. Now that she was going to parties so often and drinking almost every night she had learned to pace herself and not drink too much. This meant fewer headaches in the morning. Also, her resistance to alcohol was rising.
And, if she tipped lightly, there was bound to be very little in the way of a hangover. If there was, that old bottle of Southern Comfort would do the trick.
She smiled a moment as she thought about Drazen. He had gone home a happier, more assured man. Sometimes a good woman will do the trick, and s
