Lori woke sometime in the early morning, hungover and sick to her stomach. The pain meds she’d been given at the hospital had worn off and the alcohol had run through her system. Now her ankle throbbed and her bladder felt as if it would burst at any second, and Jack’s arm pressing against her lower belly didn’t help matters any. When she rolled away from him, the world seemed to revolve in a different direction, making her nauseous. God, what time was it?
At least I don’t have to go to work, she reminded herself.
It was some consolation, no matter how small. And if she didn’t have to pee so badly, she would crawl back beneath the covers and not come out until everything stopped spinning so wildly around her.
Slowly, carefully, she eased herself over to the edge of the bed and swung her
