Chapter 15
Audrey woke up to the sound of water running, and sunlight doing its best to slip in past the wooden blinds at the window. No morning disorientation for her, though — she knew she was lying in Michael Covenant’s bed, and she knew they’d had s*x right here in this bed the night before.
Oh, hell.
This was why she should never drink hard alcohol, should stick to beer and wine. How many piña coladas had she drunk at the Bahooka? Three? Four? She couldn’t remember for sure, but obviously, it had been enough for her to lose all self-control…and sanity.
Audrey’s gaze strayed to the clock on the nightstand. Nine forty-seven. Normally, she didn’t sleep that late, but her body must have been doing its best to repair the damage she’d done to it with all that rum. She never got hangover
