Double Score

I heard an obnoxious pounding sound coming from the foyer. I opened one eye and then another. I looked down at the empty bottle of bourbon on the floor. It was at least the third one. Fuck. My head hurt.

I heard it again. Someone was at the front door.

I pushed myself off the couch, stumbling to the door. I opened it.

Alexa was on the porch, dressed in a long beaded gown that hugged her hips and dipped between her breasts.

For a second I had forgotten that she had betrayed me. That we were no longer together. I saw her and my instinct was to pull her in my arms and kiss every inch of her skin. And then I remembered.

“What are you doing here?” I growled.

“If this is the only way I can get you to talk to me, I had to at least try.”

“I don’t want to talk.”

I stumbled back.

“Are you drunk?” Her eyes widened.

“Fuck yeah. You have a problem with that?”

“Is this my fault? Have you been drinking for two days? I called Linc and he said you had a cold. This isn’t a cold. This is stupid.”

“Go back to Nashville, Alexa.” I started to close the door in her face, but her palm slammed on my initials.

“No. You are going to hear me out, Luke.”

She busted past the loose hold I had on the double doors and marched into the living room. She was a blurry whirl of glitter and sequins. I couldn’t keep up. I was fucking drunk.

She stood in front of the fireplace. I tried to keep my focus on her, but the room spun.

“You need to get in bed.” She looked at me. “You are drunker than I thought.”

Before I knew it, she had my arm over her slender shoulder and started to push me toward the bedroom.

“You are not getting in my bed,” I threatened.

“I know,” she whispered. “But you need to sleep this off and we can talk in the morning.”

“I don’t know about that.” I shook my head.

But as soon as I saw my bed, I collapsed in a heap. I felt the tug of my jeans, but I was too exhausted to fight her. Her cool hands worked the pants off and she slid me under the covers with some effort. She returned a few minutes later wit

h a tall glass of water and some ibuprofen.

“Take these and then I’ll let you sleep.”

I scowled at her, but tossed them on my tongue.

“Good night, Luke.” She turned off the light and closed the door.

The next morning the hangover wasn’t as brutal as I thought, but I was pretty sure I had dreamed Alexa had appeared on my doorstep. I walked to the bathroom to shower and brush my teeth.

When I walked into the kitchen, I realized it wasn’t a dream. There was a pot of coffee and a gorgeous blonde in my kitchen.

“Good morning.” She smiled. “How are you feeling?”

I rubbed the back of my head. “Like you aren’t supposed to be here.” I’d never tossed a woman out of my house before.