Right before Zara walked inside, all the event of the night before suddenly came crashing against her and she remembered what had happened.
He must have been the man she had kept talking to in her drunken state, thinking it was Allen.
She gasped, dropping her mouth open. Holy s**t! “I’m never drinking again.”
That was my first coherent thought as she stumbled back into her room and closed the door, leaning against it as though she had just survived a war.
And maybe she had. A war with tequila, heartbreak, and the universe conspiring to drop a shirtless Lennox in her path when she looked… and felt like death microwaved twice.
And he left the Tylenol. Seriously, who does that?
Well, he had helped her by that quick thinking, or she would probably be nursing a bad headache right now.
