20
LYNNE
I woke early the next morning with a splitting headache. It took me a few moments to get my bearings and realize where I was. I lay on my back on the couch, my legs across Connor’s lap. He was shirtless, sleeping in an upright position.
I tried to remember what had happened the night before, but most of it was a blur. I did recall celebrating the find, drinking champagne, kissing Connor….
“Connor.” I nudged him with my bare foot. “Connor, wake up.” I nudged him again. When that produced no results, I kicked him. “Connor!”
He woke with a start. “What?”
“Refresh my memory,” I said. “Why are we here, like this?”
He regarded me with a lazy smile. “You don’t remember?”
“Obviously, no.”
“We had quite a celebration last night,” he said. “I’m hurt you don’t remember. Most women f
