I woke around noon, feeling like total ass, which was an understatement of epic proportions. The remnants of last night were still fresh in my mind with the taste of vomit on top of morning breath and cottonmouth. The stench of alcohol oozed from my pores. And I didn't want to acknowledge the way my head pounded, nausea roiled in my stomach, or the overall clammy feeling that challenged my equilibrium.
I sent Nate a text to find out I had thirty minutes before he'd be here, and I prayed a shower and a toothbrush would make me feel halfway human. Nine hours of sleep hadn't been enough to do the trick.
Clean clothes, fresh teeth, a cup of coffee in hand courtesy of the in-house chef, and I was close to ready to embark on the day. I begged a god I wasn't sure even existed to help me make
