The blinds shut out all light, and I had no idea what time it was. I turned my head on the pillow to see the digital alarm clock. Ten fifteen. Huh. Memories began to sift through my morning fog. Last night . . . Ben and Lucas . . . oh my god. My head whipped back around, but I was alone in the king-sized bed. I stared up at the ceiling for long moments, trying to figure out if I’d had some crazy dreams last night or if what I remembered had really happened. Oh my god. I squeezed my eyes shut at the rush of heat through my body. Oh my god. My stomach knotted, and I rolled to my side, knees bent up to my chest, face buried in a pillow. I was never going to leave this bed. Never going to face the world. And especially never going to face Lucas and Ben again. I would go to Alaska. No . . . Kazakhstan. Which pretty much meant my country music career was over. I briefly contemplated the extent of the country music business in Kazakhstan, but then I started to hyperventilate.
