Caine sighed as he dismounted from his bike and slowly followed the line of people into the park. It was still early, too early. Sunglasses protected his gaze, but it did nothing against the headache throbbing at his temples. His mouth was like cotton and the thought of food made his stomach churn. He couldn’t even remember all the women who had entertained him each night.
Perhaps he overdid it.
Reaching the main picnic area, he found numerous booths being set up. The official event didn’t kick off for another hour, so everyone was setting up their stalls. It didn’t take him long to find the rescue’s stall. Matchbook and another Brother were already present, setting up the canvas canopy.
“Caine!” Nailah waved him over and immediately embraced him. “You look tired!”
Caine grimaced as
