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“Is it really that good?” I sink onto a chair. “I think I’m dying.”
“Hangover?”
“Catastrophic.”
He slides a bottle of water toward me. “Hydrate.”
I take the drink gratefully, downing half in one go. “You’re a hero.”
“I get that a lot,” he deadpans. The corners of my mouth lift despite my misery. Ollie goes back to his coffee, taking a slow sip while watching me over the rim of his mug.
“How was your evening?” I finally ask.
“Honestly? Better than I expected.”
“That sounds suspicious.”
“Jax held Tilly.”
My eyebrows shoot up. “Voluntarily?”
“I know. I almost called a doctor to confirm he wasn’t dying.”
A laugh escapes me, immediately punished by my headache. “Ow. Don’t make me laugh.”
His grin deepens, those dimples showing. “He acted like he was holding a bomb at first, but then she grabbed his shirt and that was it. He was fully captivated.”
The image makes me happy, even with my pounding head. The idea of Ollie’s friends stepping in, not just for him, but for Tilly, is such a sweet one. “I’m glad you have them.”
His eyes flick back to mine. “Yeah, me too.”
“I…uh,” I start, then stop. The words I want to say feel too big for a morning hangover conversation. I settle for less. “Sorry if I was a disaster last night.”
Ollie’s eyes meet mine again. “You weren’t a disaster.”
“I might have said embarrassing things.”
“Nothing that I haven’t heard before.”
My face heats up more. “Please tell me you forgot all of those things.”
“I did not,” he says.
I groan and drag both hands over my face. “I’m moving back to San Diego.”
“Bit dramatic, don’t you think, Miss California?”
“No, actually, I think it’s perfectly reasonable under the circumstances.”
He shakes his head, smiling into his coffee. “You were drunk and emotional. I get it.”
“I hate feelings.”
“Same,” he agrees immediately, and the way he says it makes me laugh. “Once you’re feeling like a human again, I was thinking we could go for a walk.”
“Outside?” I ask weakly.
“Yes. Fresh air and movement will do you good.”
