Chapter Twenty-Two
I woke up the next morning with a pounding headache and a bladder full of whiskey. I took care of the second problem and stumbled back to bed in hopes the first would resolve itself.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the hurt I put on Ada. I hated myself for not giving her a chance to say anything. It was selfish, and I was drunk. I owed her at least that much consideration. I’d known her forever, and I treated her like a woman who didn’t matter to me.
After tossing and turning for almost an hour, I forced myself to get up. I grabbed a few pain killers to dull the ache in my head and went to the kitchen. Breakfast was first on my agenda for the day. The rest of the day probably called for a nap. A long one so I could forget about my miserable night.
I’d just finishe
