I woke up with a raging headache, naked and wrapped up in Gabi, with the sheets attempting to wrap themselves around my neck. Oh, yeah, the bed was a little wrecked. I’m not saying we were really really drunk last night, but we’d been uninhibited enough to want to make the most of having a double bed, even if Mrs. Goole was no doubt listening out for any sounds of immorality she could disapprove of.
My phone was ringing. I fumbled on the night stand for it and answered. Unknown number. Better not be a sales call. Gabi stirred and muttered and rolled away from me.
“Is that Kim Bradley?” An unfamiliar male voice, quite young and nervous sounding. “This is Gavin from Zoomies Rent-a-Car.” Oh God, we’d hired a car from a place called Zoomies. What had I been thinking?
“It’s Ms. Bradley here,
