Hard Rustler by B.J. Daniels

Author:B.J. Daniels [Daniels, B.J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2018-08-21T16:05:27+00:00

Chapter Ten

Dawson woke, head aching. With a groan, he rolled over onto this side and came face to face with Sadie. The look the pup gave him was one of disappointment. “Was I that bad last night?” he asked the dog.

Sadie whined and looked away.

He groaned again, feeling even worse. And all over a woman. Not just any woman. Annabelle Clementine.

Last night, after he’d left her house, he’d started to head home. But then he’d seen Jason’s pickup parked in front of the Mint. He’d told himself that he could use a drink. Maybe two. Now he couldn’t remember how he’d gotten home.

At the sound of someone in his kitchen, he felt his heart leap. Surely he hadn’t gone back over to Annabelle’s. And what? Had her drive him home? No.

Swinging his legs over the side of his bed, he saw that he was fully clothed. Hmm. He wasn’t sure exactly if that was good or bad. Might depend on how he’d gotten home. He’d never been a drinker—let alone driven drunk. Someone must have helped him off with his boots, though. That meant someone had driven him home last night.

Padding to the kitchen, he peered around the doorjamb, not sure who he would find making coffee—just thankful someone was.

“Jason?”

His best friend turned to grimace at him. “You look like hell.”

“I feel worse. Was I...?”

“Drunk?” His friend nodded.

“Morose?”

Jason laughed. “Do you mean did you go on and on about Annabelle?”

Dawson grimaced and headed back down the hall toward the bathroom. “Don’t you get tired of being a fool?” he demanded of his image in the mirror. The answer was as plain as the look on his face.

“Talking to yourself again?” his brother asked from behind him, making him start.

“Knock much?”

“You left your door open. You look like hell.”

“Thanks. I heard that already.” He turned off the water after splashing some on his face and drying himself with a towel. “What are you doing here so early?”

“It’s after ten.”

He winced as he reached into the medicine cabinet, shook two aspirins into his hand and, chewing them, swallowed them dry.

His brother was grinning at him. “You butt dialed me last night from the bar.”

His head began to ache even worse.

“It sounded like you were in trouble.”

“Other than having the worst hangover ever, I’m fine.”

Luke cocked an eyebrow at that. “So, what is going on with you? If you’re going back over to haul more boxes to the dump, I’m sorry but I can’t help you today.”

“Sure you are.”

“That why you have such a hangover?” his brother teased. “Things didn’t go well with Annabelle?”

He shot his brother a warning look and walked out of the bathroom to the kitchen where Jason handed him a cup of coffee and offered one to Luke, who heartily accepted.

“So how are things going with the two of you?” his brother asked as he pulled up a stool at the breakfast counter.

Dawson didn’t even bother to look at Luke, let alone answer.

“Don’t get him started,” Jason said joining them.

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