The only thing that cured a hangover was waking up at the butt crack of dawn. Somehow, that shock to the system sucked up the last of the alcohol better than sleeping it off. Worked like a charm every time.
The morning after Hill had tried to have me killed because of - what had Slim called it? A peace offering - and Paige had made it all better with double-decker BLT's and just existing in my kitchen, I wandered out of my bedroom. Low voices drifted from downstairs and around the corner. Riley and a woman.
I glanced across the hallway and found Paige's door shut. The voice wasn't husky and sexy enough to be hers, anyway. So who had my older brother dragged home with him this time?
Downstairs, a tall, skinny blonde pressed up against Riley by the front door. Likely one of Dad's interns
