An A to Z of Love by Sophie Pembroke

Author:Sophie Pembroke [Pembroke, Sophie]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, azw3
Tags: Romance, Romantic Comedy, Contemporary, Fiction
ISBN: 9781472096395
Google: N-eaAwAAQBAJ
Publisher: Carina
Published: 2014-06-11T13:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

He shouldn’t have taken it out on Mia. That was the first thought to float through Charlie’s head the following morning, when he woke up, painfully sober. After all, he was the one with the problem, not her. And if he wanted her as a friend, even if she wasn’t ready for more, he couldn’t sulk every time he saw her. Or avoided her. And he definitely shouldn’t have let Tony be the one to walk her home, even if it was on the way to the Grand. If only he hadn’t drunk so much, his legs would have been up to the challenge. The headache behind his eyes started to pulse, and Charlie sighed. He supposed regrets were all part and parcel of getting drunk and stupid. He should probably be grateful it wasn’t worse.

“Good morning,” Becky said, her voice a purr in his ear, and Charlie realized exactly how much worse it really was.

“Hi,” he said, his voice croaky. He shifted over to the edge of the bed. He’d actually have to get up now, which just made the whole hangover even worse.

Becky snuggled closer, and Charlie found the strength to hop out of bed before his head started throbbing again.

“Well, another busy day,” he hinted, shuffling toward his chest of drawers. His flat above the restaurant had never been large, but today it felt positively miniscule. It certainly wasn’t the home he’d imagined having when he moved to Aberarian. No, that was the cottage. With Becky. Charlie considered. All things being equal, even if Becky wasn’t in the flat, he’d still rather be in his kitchen right now. Maybe Magda knew some miracle Polish hangover cure. They drank a lot of vodka over there, didn’t they?

The chest of drawers yielded up some clean underwear, but Charlie suspected his favorite jeans, the ones he’d put on for the pub the night before, were in the lounge. He had a vague recollection of Becky stripping them off him the moment they made it through the door. More worryingly, he suspected his top had been gone before that. What had he been thinking? This, Charlie was certain, was not the best way to persuade an ex-girlfriend it was over. With a small shudder, he made his way through to the lounge.

As he stepped into his jeans, Charlie looked back and saw Becky had followed him. She was lounging in the doorway to the bedroom, draped only in the thin blanket he kept at the end of his bed for colder nights. This was not going to go well.

“Um, Becky. About last night…”

But Becky surprised him. Slinking closer, she pressed a finger to his lips and said, “It was what it was. We don’t need to talk about it now.”

Charlie stepped out of her reach. “Uh, that’s good.” He struggled into a clean t-shirt and considered risking returning to the bedroom for socks, but decided it was too dangerous. “Because, um, I’ve got work to do. Lots of work. Breakfasts, probably.

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