Hard Choices
“I’m an absolute sucker for all that stuff so I suppose I’m an easy sell, but even so.
I wake up on the morning of the Great Day to find Summer sharing my room, filling the space in the bed where Nick should be. I assume he spent the night at Greystones, and as far as I know neither Nathan nor Dan came back last night either. Which is just as well because Nathan would have had to turf Ashley out of their bed, and I think Dan’s usual room is full of the Turkish sisters. Life could have been very interesting, though I’m not at all sure what Summer might have made of Dan’s harem. Maybe I’ll ask her, though I’ll need to develop a death wish first. That is one subject that seems to be firmly closed.
I prise my eyelids open and groan—a bottle and a half of wine will usually cause such an outcome for me—and try to focus on the clock. Nine fifty. Right, time to get shifting. Well, soon anyway.
The next time I force my lids open it’s to find myself looking up at Nick sitting on the side of the bed.
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