He tried to push it from his mind, ashamed of how he behaved toward Eva. She certainly didn’t deserve that kind of treatment. Even as he chased other thoughts, a nagging in the back of his mind wouldn’t go away – something about last night.At the café beside their hotel, he found Devon alone at a table, enjoying a cup of coffee. Rick pulled out a chair.“You don’t look too bad, considering the mess you were last night.”“Don’t remind me,” he said, but the nagging feeling continued to prod him as he sat down. “Where are they?” he asked, nodding toward the two empty chairs at the table.“I haven’t seen them, so I’m guessing they got lucky.”“I’m sorry. You know, you could have gone back,” Rick said, knowing he was the reason Devon sat here instead of lying in bed with Gretchen. The waiter came, and Rick asked for coffee.“Well, by the time I got you into bed, and walked Shelby home,” – Boom! That was it – “it was pretty late. I don’t think she was very impressed with you last night, by the way.”Rick’s memory of the previous night came slowly, as did the nausea.
