Eros Pov
The pounding in my head matches the rhythm in my heart-steady, relentless, and utterly painful. I roll over in bed, squinting against the morning light streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my bedroom.
A bird chirps on a branch outside, and if the window were open. I would throw a pillow at it.
"Damn," I groan, pressing my hand against my temples.
Last night's event comes rushing back. The party. Althea. Her words cut through me like glass.
"You can't stop thinking about work, can you?"
I'd stayed up after everyone had left, drowning myself in expensive beer, as if the burning sensation down my throat could somehow cauterize the wound her words had left.
My phone buzzes on the nightstand, and I reach for it, wincing at the bright screen.
Sandra's message glows
