Rach had kept telling me I was drinking too much, but it was the first time I’d had a chance to drink like that in months. It had been good just to be able to do what I wanted. I know I’d made the choice to get married and bring up Saint, and I was still all in for that, but I was only twenty-three, we needed some time-out. She was going to have to get that. “I made you coffee.” I opened my eyes. Rach was sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing the shirt I’d taken off last night. “It’s black. I figured you’d need it black, and I put three spoonful’s of sugar in it.” I rolled over, my arm coming across my forehead. “What time is it?” She smiled. “Eleven-thirty. I want to go home soon.” “Saint’s okay?” I knew she must have called Mom. She’d called Mom after we’d had sex outside just to double-check he was okay. He’d been okay. “Yeah. But I want to get back. The only people left here are those girls who still fancy you.” Oh my God. “Rach.” I was too hung-over to handle jealousy and have to start doling out reassurance when she had no need to worry.
