Broken Love (Broken 4)

“You visiting someone?”

Opening the door, I reached in and picked up Ava. “Yep. She had a little too much to drink.”

“Damn, Ava.”

The way this guy was looking at her had me all kinds of pissed off. “Um, I’m not sure if I should allow you into the building, sir.”

Laughing, I shook my head and began bouncing Ava. “I’m up! I’m awakes.”

Ava looked around and smiled when she saw she was in my arms. “I’m dreaming again. Yes.” Fist pumping, she turned and looked at the valet guy. “Oh, Ryan you’ve never graced a dream before.”

Clearing my throat, I said, “Ava baby, you’re not dreaming and Ryan here won’t let me bring you up to your place.”

Ava slowly turned and looked at me. “Just because I’m drunk, Ryder, doesn’t mean I’m going to have sex with you. I mean, I want to have sex with you.”

My eyebrows shot up as I pulled my head back while Ava kept digging herself in deeper. “I think sex with you would be curl toeing. I can only imagine all the ways you’d make me—”

“Okay! Ryan, you going to open the door, dude, or are we both going to have to listen to Ava graphically describe her dreams?”

Ryan frowned as he looked at Ava. When he turned to look at me, he shot me a dirty look.

As he took a step forward, he said, “Enjoy your evening, Ms. Moore, sir.”

I knew it was a dick move, but I lifted the left corner of my mouth as I said, “Oh I intend to.”

I PULLED THE pillow over my head as I moaned.

Jesus, even my internal moan hurt my head.

Dropping the pillow to my side, I slowly sat up and swung my legs over the bed. I glanced down to see I was wearing a T-shirt. Closing my eyes, I buried my face in my hands. “I don’t remember anything last night.”

Slowly standing, I pushed my feet into my slippers and made my way to the kitchen, shuffling my slippers across the wood floor.

I lifted my arms above my head and stretched as I tried to think of where in the hell my Motrin was. I’d never had such a terrible headache. I couldn’t believe I wasn’t sick to my stomach.

Opening a cabinet, I pulled the Motrin out and grabbed three. Opening the refrigerator, I grabbed the orange juice. After pouring myself a glass, I turned and leaned against the counter as I popped all three pills into my mouth. The coffee machine was on and there was a fresh pot of coffee going.

I pushed off the counter as I frantically looked around. “Holy shit,” I whispered. Had I brought someone home?

“Hello?”

Taking a few steps around the kitchen island, I looked into the living room.

“Hello? Is anyone here?”

Silence.

I closed my eyes and willed myself to remember last night.

“Coffee. What I need is coffee.”

It was probably Jay who brought me home and made the coffee. Oh damn, she’s gonna be pissed and say I ruined her night.

I grabbed a coffee mug out of my dishwasher and headed over to the coffee pot. I poured a cup and brought it up to my mouth. I would have inhaled it, but I was pretty sure my head would have exploded. The mug was about to reach my lips when I saw a note.

Taking a sip, I picked up the note and focused my hungover eyes on it.

“No. Oh please, God, no.”