Evelyn woke to bright light spilling through the curtains.
For a while, her brain refused to work. Everything felt thick and slow, like she was underwater. Her body was heavy. Even lifting her fingers felt like effort.
She blinked again.
‘Where am I…?’
Her head ached dully. She tried to sit up, but her limbs felt weak and numb. Still, she slowly and carefully forced herself up.
That was when she felt it.
A thick, muscular arm wrapped around her waist possessively.
Evelyn stiffened.
Her eyes dropped to the arm, trying to play out what the heck was going on.
She shut her eyes, gripping her forehead, trying to calm the buzzing in her head.
‘Maybe I’m imagining it.’
Her eyes slowly opened again.
The arm was still there.
Her gaze trailed to the side.
And there, she saw a man’s bar
