Summer Lovin': A Wounded Hearts Novella - Plot & Excerpts
His face was plastered to the floor and it felt like a ten-piece band was rehearsing in his skull. Ugh. His mouth tasted like somethin’ crawled up and died in there. It took him two tries to lift his head and focus bleary eyes on Davey passed out at the kitchen table, a half-full glass of rotgut still in his hand. Sunlight seeped through the gaps around the front door and fought with the dirty windowpanes to stream into the room and push away the gloom. He’d told that fricken kid to keep them curtains closed, dammit. A surge of bile rose and he forced himself to his feet, barely managing to bounce off the hall walls and make it to the can in time. Grimacing, he bent under the tap and rinsed with lukewarm water, then sluiced it over his head, hoping for some clarity. The red-rimmed gaze that met him in the veined mirror wasn’t encouraging. It was those kids’ fucking fault. If they hadn’t stressed him out… He ignored the fact that he’d been drinking like this long before they came on the scene.
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