When I get out of the shower, I dry off and brush my teeth before I go to the dryer and take out my jeans and put them on, deciding to just to wear his shirt rather then fuss with the top I wore last night.

With my hair wrapped in a towel I take my stuff with me, leave the bathroom, and find the bedroom empty, so I make my way to the door and pause to take a deep breath before I open it.

I step out into another huge open room with brick walls, more windows, sturdy looking furniture, and low leather couches. With one look around, it’s clear that a man lives here, but that man has seriously good taste. Seeing Clay in the kitchen area I pad that way and he stops what he’s doing to watch me.

“Any chance I’m getting my shirt back before you leave.”

“Nope.”

“Looks better on you anyway.” He motions for me to come to him. As I take a seat on one of the barstools, he places some kind of green looking drink on the counter along with a glass of water. “That will help with the hangover.”

“Thanks.” I pick it up and take a sip. “It’s not half as gross as I thought it might be.”

“Good.” He smiles and darn, but he really does have a nice smile.

“I know it’s asking a lot of you, but would you mind taking me home. I would call a cab or a friend but…”

“You don’t have your purse or your cell.”

“Yeah.” I lick my lips. “That and I know Leah, my roommate, is working today so she won’t be around to even pay for my cab when I get there.”

“Who were you out with last night?”

“A friend from work named Carly. She was meeting a guy she only talked to online and didn’t want to go alone so me and Leah met her there.” I rub the top of Skye’s head when she comes over and rests her head on my lap. “Leah took off early with a headache, so it was just me and Carly.”

“That’s not safe, babe.”

“Yeah, I’m getting that, babe.” I say sarcastically and he presses his lips together apparently not finding me funny. “Sorry.”

“Any memory of what happened to your friend and her date?”

“No.”

“Do you think she would leave you?”

“Maybe, I honestly don’t know, we’ve only hung out a few times and it’s always been just dinner or if I’ve had her over to my house.”

“Right,” he mutters, seeming even more annoyed.

“You said I was getting into a car.”

“A man was putting you in his car, you could barely hold your head up.”

I shake my head. “All I can think is that was one of the guys who was friends with Carly’s date.”

“He had friends with him?”

“Two guys.” I rub my forehead between my eyes wishing this headache would go away. “I can’t remember their names though, we didn’t really talk.”