I woke groggily, with sunlight streaming in the window. I hadn’t closed the hotel room’s heavy blackout curtains.
I blinked my eyes open as a wave of nausea hit me, then slammed them shut again.
I couldn’t face the day yet. I felt sick, but also sated after last night. But annoyed with myself for wanting s*x with Hunter in the circumstances.
And weird about how I’d left things with Hunter.
Shit. What time was it?
Had I remembered to set an alarm?
I clumsily scrabbled for my phone. 7:37. And I had to be at the ceremony by 8, at least a 10 minute drive away.
I jumped out of bed as quickly as I could without making myself vomit, and searched for clothes.
We were breaking ground on the pack school today, and there was a ceremony to mark the occasion.
After the fiasco with May
