“Nah, he missed that part.” She smiled at me, her complexion smooth, bright, and decidedly not hungover. “He’s a nice guy, huh? He was so thoughtful last night. He got you out of there so quick, and then he went and got me food so that I could stay and take care of you. He’s like Prince Charming.”
I brushed the hair back from my face. “He’s really sweet. He put up with my mom and even threw a tennis match with my dad because I asked him to.”
“So?” Josie asked, her eyes sparkling. “Is this a thing?”
“I don’t… I don’t know.” I frowned, but that made my head hurt, so I stopped. “I like him.”
“You do?” Josie squealed.
“Ugh, stop. My head.”
There was a knock on the door, and we both startled. “Miss Madison, a word, please.” It was Pryce, and he sounded pissed.
I staggered to the door. “What?”
Pryce, who was already dressed in his tuxedo, with his hair almost cruelly slicked back, motioned down the hallway. “Can you do something about this? The wedding’s today. We’re going to have contractors here in less than an hour.”
“Do something about what?” I managed to sound indignant, even though I was woefully hungover.
Pryce cleared his throat. “Mr. Palmieri appears to have passed out. He won’t budge. Apparently, he’s a rather deep sleeper.”
I peered around the corner to find Bob slumped against the wall next to my door, snoring softly. His hair was tousled, and he was still wearing his suit from the night before.
Pryce frowned. “I considered kicking him, but I thought I should contact you first.”
“Gee, thanks, Pryce. I’ve got him. Please go snivel somewhere else.”
His frowned deepened as he gave me a slight bow. “As you wish.”
Josie saw Bob, and her jaw dropped. “He slept outside your room? I’m sorry, but that’s adorable.”
My heart melted a little as I took in his rumpled suit, his skewed tie, and his mouth, which was hanging open. “Help me get him up?”
We struggled to lift Bob, and he startled awake. “Huh? Wazzit?”
I giggled. “It’s me. And Josie. You fell asleep in the hall. We’re just trying to help you.”
“Oh. Hey.” He scrubbed a hand across his face and blinked a few times. When he finally looked less confused, he smiled at me. “This is embarrassing.”
“Um, not as embarrassing as getting drunk and passing out at your sister’s rehearsal dinner.”
“You didn’t technically pass out until after we left.” Bob nodded encouragingly. “I talked to Sienna. She gave me the thumbs-up for getting you out of there in time. It’s cool.”
“It doesn’t feel cool.” I grimaced. “It feels bad. Real bad.”
“You want to get breakfast? And maybe a Bloody Mary? A little hair of the dog?” He laughed when I winced. “A teeny bit of vodka and some tomato juice can do wonders. Trust me.”
I shrugged. He smiled at me. I smiled back.
“You in, Josie?” he asked her.
She looked between the two of us. “Yes. Sure. Nothing I love more than being a third wheel.”
Bob winked at her. “Think of yourself as more of an esteemed guest. I barely got to know you last night. We’re hanging all day—it’s the wedding marathon day. We’re going to have so much fun.”
I wrinkled my nose. “We are?”
“You passed out early last night. We need to make up for lost time.” With a final, dimpled grin, he waved and headed toward his room. “I’ll take a quick shower. Half hour? Or do you need more time?”