Soldiers of Fortune
“The voice sounded far away, and I struggled to identify it. “Fortune.” Something shook me and I leaped up, gun in hand and ready to battle. Ally stared. “It’s just me. I didn’t think I was going to wake you there for a minute.”
I lowered my gun and rolled my head around, trying to loosen up my cramped neck. “I don’t even remember falling asleep.”
“It was a big day yesterday. I don’t even remember coming upstairs.” She looked down at my hand, still clenching the pistol. “Any particular reason you were sleeping in my room armed?”
Crap. I needed a plausible story, and I needed to come up with it on limited sleep and absolutely no coffee. “You don’t remember coming upstairs because I sorta carried you after you assaulted a table in the living room and broke a lamp. It must have been the champagne combined with too much stress and not enough sleep.”
Ally’s eyes widened. “Seriously? Oh my God, I’m sorry. I’ll replace the lamp.”
I waved a hand in dismissal.
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