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Marc looked confused. “He dumped you?”
I nodded as he sat me down on the couch, “He doesn’t know about little almond. I can’t tell him.”
“Whose little almond?”
“What?”
“Little almond.”
It was the last thing I heard before I passed out. When I woke up, I was on top of my bed, still clothed, and my head was pounding like a conga drum. I sat up and fell back down to pillow. I felt horrible. I didn’t even remember how I got back to my apartment. I turned on my side and saw a piece of paper on my nightstand.
You really can’t hold your beer. You passed out on me, and I had to carry you to bed. I think you owe me for this one. Text me to let me know you’re okay.
Marc
I didn’t remember him bringing me home. The last memory I had was sitting in Donovan’s. I hadn’t indulged like that in a long time. I sat up and waited for my head to stabilize before I stood. I had to use the bathroom before I wet myself. After I was done, I turned on the faucet in the tub. I needed a good soak. While it was filling, I went to the refrigerator and got two bottles of water.
An hour later, along with a dose of aspirin, I started to feel better. Marc didn’t leave his cell number, so I called Kurt.
“Hey, how are you this morning.”
I pressed my fingers to my eyes. “Jesus, do you have to talk so loud.”
Kurt chuckled. “You had a rough night? I had a great one.”
I heard a woman in the background. “Did you take that woman home?”
“Yes, yes, I did.”
I heard him walking, and I figured he was looking for some privacy.
“I passed out, and Marc took me to bed.”
He cleared his throat. “Pardon?”
“I mean he put me in bed, then left.”
“I thought you meant he slept with you.”
“That means he would like unconscious women because I was. He wrote me a note and wanted me to text him. Can you give me his number?”
“I guess the ice melted between you two.”
I winced at the mention of ice since Kurt had no idea of my former nickname.
“I guess since I can’t remember much.”
I heard my phone ping with an incoming text.
“I just texted you his number. I have breakfast to make for my guest. Drink some water and take it easy today.”
“Thanks, Dad.”
He chuckled as he hung up. I texted Marc to let him know I was alive, although I had a killer headache.
Serves you right. You should stick to wine.
Shut up! You said I owe you. What’s your desire?
