Chapter Twenty-Three
The morning light woke Casey with a sharp headache and a dry taste in her mouth. She rolled over on the couch and pinched her eyes shut. At least Ben had made her down a glass of water as soon as they got to the restaurant, and the spicy Thai noodles had kept her hydrating the rest of the night, keeping a full-blown hangover at bay. She didn’t want to think of how much worse her head would feel if she’d stayed at the gallery, drinking.
The gallery—there was no way she was going back there, except to pick up her work. She and Ben had talked about it long into the night. It was great to have a show, but that didn’t obligate her to anything. She could get good reviews, she could get bad ones. She could even sell a few paintings if she was lucky—and if there had been any
