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I awoke late on Saturday morning with a headache. It took me a minute before I realized I was on the couch in Rodney’s house. And then it all came back to me. The rehearsal, the drinking, the betrayal.
“Royce, baby. You awake?” I felt Rodney move my legs a little so he could sit beside me, his warm hand rubbing my back.
“Yeah, I am, but I don’t want to be. God, my head hurts,” I said, my voice husky. My teeth felt gross. With a sigh, I turned over to face him. “I need to make some phone calls, and then I gotta get my stuff out of Thad’s house.” Just saying his name made my head pound even more.
“Sure, love. How about you take a quick shower while I make you some breakfast and coffee? Your clothes from last night are washed and dried. They’re lying on the toilet seat cover in th
