At least, if nothing else, Katarina hadn’t left yet, and the week was barely halfway over.
It didn’t take me long to fall asleep, and I woke up to a pounding headache on par with more beer than I’d drank last night. Groaning as I flung my forearm over my face to block out the sun, I grimaced while soft, sympathetic lips touched mine. The throbbing dulled only to flare when they disappeared, and I inhaled a whistling breath through flared nostrils.
“Good morning.” Only grunting at the greeting, I squeezed my eyelids shut tight as my headache flared. “Do you want me to make you some really delicious French toast?”
“Yeah…” My stomach grumbled at the mere mention of food, and I heard Katarina giggle before peaking out from under my arm. In the stream of late morning sun, she glowed, and I r
