Chapter Eight
Mixing cold coffee with orange juice and three shots of Tabasco was probably a little too mean of me. But Hector deserved the most disgusting hangover cure I could think of after the last time he tried his own version on me. I almost vomited just thinking about the taste.
No. This wasn't disgusting enough. I needed an egg. Preferably a raw one. I turned back to our hotel door, ready to venture back down to the restaurant and persuade one of the waiters to give me an egg.
"Where do you think you're going?" Rachel asked, tapping her foot against the floor.
My hand slipped from the handle and I sighed loudly. "I wanted to get the final ingredient for Hector's hangover cure." I held the glass up to her.
She chuckled. "As much as he deserves that, we don't have time. You're a
