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CHAPTER 98: Hangover

Author: Donna Sheldon
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-28 18:04:13

The morning punched me in the face.

Not literally, but it might as well have. My head throbbed like I’d spent the night headbanging at a rock concert, which, unless “kissing your situationship and spiraling emotionally” counted, I definitely had not done.

I groaned and flopped over, half expecting the bed to be Captain’s.

But nope.

This was my bed.

The slanted ceiling, the slightly stiff mattress with the one annoying spring that always jabbed my hip if I rolled too far right, the musty smell of my not-yet-laundered hoodie tangled around my legs.

I blinked up at the ceiling, trying to remember when exactly I got home. Captain had dropped me off… kissed me. That part I remembered with painful clarity. Then I’d wandered inside, grinning like a damn idiot, and then—

The phone call…

Whiskey.

Right. I’d poured myself a shot. Maybe two.

Okay, four.

Just enough to take the edge off. Or that was the idea.

Now, I had a hangover, my tongue felt like carpet, and my brain was about as
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