Echoes of Unrequited Love

Chapter 133

Thinking of this. I made an about–face, but as soon as I reached the doorway, there was a sudden clang right next to my ear. When I looked up, Hogan had already taken a spill right at the bathroom door.

“Honey,” he frowned and the corners of his mouth turned down “I’m hurting.”

I’d never seen Hogan in such a sorry state before. My heart went all mushy, and I quickly walked over to him, saying, “Cut it out: time for bed.”

And Hogan actually listened and headed off to the bedroom, but the hand he grabbed onto mine with, he didn’t let go.

The booze was hitting me hard, and I just didn’t have the energy to wrestle with him any longer. After all, the more we tugged, the more time we wasted.

I was thinking of taking a stroll around the place once he was settled down. But the moment I leaned against the bed, my consciousness went rogue, and as my eyelids started to battle it out. I drifted off to dreamland too.

No clue how long I slept, but when I woke up. I was lying on a soft, big bed. The down comforter covering me was the one Hogan used last night. But the guy was nowhere to be found.

Trubbed my eyes only to see a faint dawn breaking in the sky, the east hinting at daybreak. That was when it hit me that, without realizing it, a whole night had passed.

the whole night in Hogan’s thatched cottage? As the realization dawned on me I hurried out of bed and was about

Stapleton is up at the crack of dawn sending hangover soup to everyone’s

was Zachary’s voice. My heart immediately

“So what?”

a way to deal with her without messing up our own plans,”

point.

crack in the door. “Remember, we’re here

switch gears, “But seriously, President Stapleton is a tough

would be a piece of cake

docomo

letting my guard down.

again, “Even if she finds out, it might just save us some trouble.”

Zade, you mean use Xaviera

didn’t respond, but from what I knew about him,

me there last night, or was it just a fluke? Either way, it