The following morning, I woke with a horrible headache and my phone ringing incessantly. I saw Jase's gorgeous gray eyes staring back at me and slid the bar to accept the call.
"Hey, Jase."
"Hey, beautiful. I've been worried about you. Why didn't you call me last night when you got home?"
I couldn't tell him the truth, but I refused to lie. "I was pretty intoxicated, so I showered and went to bed."
"Did you have fun with Holland?"
"Sure." I glanced at the clock and realized how late in the morning it was. "Hey, Jase. I've got to retrieve my kids. Can we talk later?"
"Of course."
We hung up the phone without Jase knowing what I'd done. I prayed Holland kept his mouth shut and didn't run loose-lipped to his buddies about what happened in the back of the limo. I still couldn't shake t
