Jason groaned, slowly stirring. His head pounded, and every sound echoed painfully in his ears. Every inch of his body ached, even his hair if that were possible. His chest felt tight as if a weight rested on it. Forcing his eyes open, he found Phoebe lying with her head pillowed on his chest.
Her dark hair spilled over his shoulder, her arm draped across his waist and their naked bodies tangled together. She breathed deep and relaxed. Though he certainly didn’t mind the view, he wondered how late they had slept.
“Earth to Jason,” Lucille’s voice intruded. “Any survivors?”
Jason growled as his headache pinched, “Now is not a good time for humor. What time is it?”
“He lives!”
“Luce.”
The link vibrated with her laughter, “It’s almost one o’clock.”
“What?! How could you let me sleep s
