—BUMPER STICKER Someone was knocking. Pounding. And as I fought the lids that wanted to stay closed and the body that wanted to stay horizontal, I swore by all things holy someone was going down. Whether that someone ended up being the intruder or me remained to be seen, but come morning, one of us would by lying on the ground, moaning in agony. “What the bloody hell?” Reyes asked, fighting lethargy as well. I tried to answer, but my voice came out sounding more like a rabid moose with a head cold, so I shut up and wiggled out from under his arm and Artemis’s hind legs. Then I fell off the bed, which wasn’t that unusual. “You okay?” Reyes asked, his face buried in a thick down pillow. The guy had taste. “Mmm,” was all I could manage as I navigated the room in search of underwear and a bra. I just had them. How far could they have gotten? The knock sounded again. Then voices. Then footsteps followed by a lighter tapping on Reyes’s door, and I realized the earlier knocking had not been on his door but either Cookie’s or mine.
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