Caris’ head was throbbing, and Malachi whistling chirped like a million birds in her head.
“Please stop,” she croaked as she opened one eye and didn’t recognize the room, she was in. It spun dangerously and she closed her eyes again. Memories of the antics of the night before flooded her brain. She’d had too much to drink. Way too much.
“Hey gorgeous,” Malachi’s voice was loud and boisterous, “how’s your head?”
“I thought I could outdrink an Italian,” she moaned and pulled a pillow over her head. “Where are we?”
“Vegas, we got married last night. Don’t you remember?”
She sat up abruptly the pillow falling off her head. Immediately she was aware she was stark naked and also Malachi was standing with a hand towel wrapped around his waist and it barely covered anything. “We did not,” sh
