As the sizzling hot shower water hit his skin, Bryan’s brain finally woke from the fog of his hangover. Last night did not go at all the way I wanted it to. Instead of finding out about Bethany Elias, what, exactly did I do?
Got myself blasted and probably told the one person I don’t trust the one thing I don’t trust anyone to know.
I’m such an idiot. He closed his eyes and let the scalding water wash over him. There’s gotta be a way to find out how far I can trust her. A way that doesn’t involve me passing out before I find out anything about her.
Turning off the water and stepping out of the water, Bryan studied himself in the mirror. I look like hell. It’s amazing she didn’t run screaming from the house last night.
Bryan toweled off, fighting away a nagging feeling that the opportunity he’d missed the night before was here again for the taking. All I need is a little time alone with her, some time to find out, for my own peace of mind, just who this girl is. But if she wants to spend ten minutes alone with me ever again, that will be a miracle.
Leaving the steamy heat of his bathroom for the cool air of his bedroom, Bryan shivered a little and reached for a clean pair of jeans. There, on the floor just beneath his bed, were his hiking boots, the ones he’d been wearing the night before. She did just stop at the shoes, didn’t she?
Pulling on his jeans, the tickets tucked in his bureau mirror caught his eye. There’s the concert in Green Bay this afternoon. I could invite her to that. That would certainly give me some time to answer some of the questions I have about her. He plucked the tickets from the mirror and headed down the hall.
