Chapter 10
The following morning, Quinn awoke with a pounding headache. Her eyes were barely slits as she sat up. Cottony didn’t begin to describe the horrendous condition of her mouth—a sweaty gym sock would smell better than her breath. She staggered to the bathroom, splashed water on her face, and brushed her teeth twice.
She felt chilled and realized she was n***d. She wrapped a robe around herself and closed her eyes, but she couldn’t remember how she got to bed. So much of the evening blurred incoherently.
How did anyone find this enjoyable? Her father had spent years waking up like this. How could he function? She couldn’t imagine waking up in this condition next to a man. A hangover looked good on no one.
She stumbled downstairs and made a pot of coffee. While it brewed, she ch
