CHAPTER 28
DEMI STAYED THE night, mainly because both of us were too drunk to call her a cab. We slumped over the breakfast bar in the morning, each hoping the other would get up and make the coffee.
Cheek going numb from the marble surface, I thought back to Connor and his smoothie. Now I understood his expertise with hangover cures. Maybe I should take advantage of his vast experience and try to make one myself? I glanced towards the fridge and my head pounded. Maybe not.
“I’m never drinking again,” I groaned.
“Me neither,” Demi said. “At least until this evening.”
“You’re not planning to go out, surely?”
“I can’t work and you’re, well, undecided. We should go out and have fun.”
“No way.”
“Oh, don’t go all dull on me. Let your hair down for once.”
“I do let my hair down. Before
