“I’ll make coffee, I already invited Nash but he said he has to go to the shop for an appointment. “You have ten.” I would have lifted an eyebrow back at her tone and attitude but my head was killing me and the gesture would be wasted on her anyway, she was way past immune to my shit. “Give me twenty.” I ran a hand through my messy hair and the blond in the doorway lifted an eyebrow. Any chick that was willing to come how with a stranger for a night of unattached sex didn’t get the right to cast judgment around, especially while they were still naked and rumpled in my bed. “I thought you said you were single?” There was accusation in her tone that lifted the hair on the back of my neck. The girl on the other side of the bed rolled over and narrowed her eyes at the new addition to our awkward little party. I didn’t bother to cover up she was used to walking in and finding me hung over and naked so I didn’t see why today needed to be any different. I never should have given the little brat a key.

I ran a hand over my face and swung my legs over the edge of the bed just as the bedroom door swung open. A soft moan from the other side of the bed reminded me that I hadn’t come home from the bar last night alone, not that I remembered the girl’s name or what she looked like or if had even been worth her time to stumble into my apartment with me. At first I thought the pounding in my head was my brain trying to fight its way out of my skull after the ten or so shots of Crown Royal I had downed last night, but then I remembered that it was Sunday and no matter how many times I told her, or how rude, or whatever kind of debauched and unsavory condition she found me in she showed up on Sunday morning to drag me home for brunch.

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