SAFE FLIRTING

Drake waited until after noon, and then he texted Sarah ’s phone.

You dead?

Her response came a few minutes later. Feel like it.

He laughed. Couldn’t help it. She wasn’t even pretending that she was fine, which was kind of adorable. He decided to skip the texting and called her instead.

“Mmmello?” Sarah’s voice was husky, blurred with sleep.

“Glad to see you survived last night.” God damn, he sounded cheerful. Regular fucking sunshine right over here.

“Surviving is debatable,” she said. “My head feels like it wants to abdicate from the rest of my body.”

“Yeah, well, that’s what happens when you mix wine with the hard stuff.”

“Never again,” she moaned. “Never, ever again.”

“Eat some crackers and drink some water,” he told her. “I’d tell you hair of the dog, but I don’t know if your stomach could handle it.”

“Crackers. Got it.” She sighed heavily. “Now to find some crackers.”

“I’ll have the front desk run some up to you.” Or one of his assistants. “Don’t get out of bed. Just