Except I didn’t have his number.

“Aww, crapcicles!”

He hadn’t given me the digits and I’d been too worried about smelling like puke to realize it. Maybe that was his plan all along—an easy escape after a hookup—but he’d seemed like he liked me, so...

“Crap.” I bumbled toward the house in search of Devi, hoping maybe she’d befriended Jack’s wingman so I could ask him, but no, she was passed out on Michelle’s couch alone, her arms wrapped around her mostly-empty bottle of Boone’s like it was a teddy bear.

“Hey.” I shook her foot, which was missing a sandal, though there was one on her other foot. That’d make walking hard. “Devi. Wake up.”

“M’tired,” she slurred.

Still drunk. Oh, good.

She grunted and rolled over on the couch so her back faced me. I sighed and wandered the premises in search of her missing shoe, finding it not near the pool but actually in the shallow end. I used the net to scoop it out, the leather straps warped and forever ruined. Good thing Devi owns sixty thousand shoes, though, so maybe her parents wouldn’t care about the one ravaged pair, even if they were Gucci.

A quick spin of the property showed no sign of Jack’s friend, though I did discover Aaron and Samantha curled around each other on a hammock. It wasn’t what I wanted to see first thing in the morning, so I stalked back to the house, the realization that I’d just had my first one-night stand poking at my brain. I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. Mom always told me to respect my body as it was the only one I was going to get. She didn’t mean don’t have sex, but to be safe and make sound choices I wouldn’t regret later. Jack had been fun, but I probably should have been a bit smarter about our fluid swap. He could have had junk fungus or an infection or any number of diseases.

A baby never even occurred to me.

Maybe it was the booze. Maybe it was misplaced optimism.

Again, oopsie.