Chapter Twelve
TREVOR HAD BEEN right – the full-sized guest bed wasn’t the most comfortable. In fact, it was as hard as a rock. I was so exhausted that it didn’t matter, however. I fell asleep within two minutes of hitting the pillow.
When Trevor woke me a few hours later, my back was stiff and I had a horrible headache.
“You okay?” he asked, staring down at me, holding a cup of coffee. He was dressed in pale blue jeans, a white T-shirt, and his leather cut. His blond hair was down and slightly damp.
I sat up and winced. “Headache.”
“I’ve got something for that. Hold on,” he said, disappearing out of the room.
I swung my legs over the side of the bed and sat there, listening to him rummage around in the bathroom. He returned with two pills and a bottle of water.
“Advil.”
I took the
