Chapter Four
Weston
I’m incredibly grateful to wake up to the smell of coffee and pancakes; Shayne set up a morning call for me, as well as room service.
Stretching, I crawl out of bed, my head throbbing terribly. A hangover was inevitable after last night, something I need to remember the next time I want to do something so stupid before a big day.
Exiting the large bedroom, I head into the even larger living space that is the presidential suite on the ground floor of the hotel. There’s an incredible view of the city; in the distance, I can see the street where the homeless shelter will be having their grand opening this morning.
I enjoy the coffee, praying it will do the job and alleviate some of the symptoms of my hangover. I eat the pancakes, too, equally hopeful the meal will soa
