“Wake up,” Ella says, but it’s not easy. Nina and Kaden came over last night with a bottle of brandy I couldn’t resist savoring way too much of. On Thursday, though, Ella asked me to not plan anything for Saturday because she had a surprise lined up for me. When I open my eyes a fraction, blinking against the too bright morning sun, which isn’t even that bright this time of year, I see Ella smiling down at me.
“What’s gotten into you?” I groan.
“You’ll see. If you ever make it out of this bed.” She narrows her eyes. “And I won’t stand for any complaints about having drunk too much, darling. You really shouldn’t try to keep up with a man who only just turned thirty. You’re almost forty-five. You’re no match.”
“Be nice to me, please.” I grab Ella by the neck and pull her on top of me. “Yo
