Chapter 84

A soft kiss brushed my forehead. “What’s wrong, babe?”

I peeled open an eyelid. “You ask me what’s wrong? Fine fiancé you are! What the fuck do you think is wrong?”

“I don’t know.” Another kiss, this one on the hinge of my jaw.

“And don’t kiss me. I must have the world’s worst case of morning breath.”

“Love means never complaining about things like that.”

“Asshole.”

He gave a snort of laughter.

“Not funny,” I groused.

“No, I guess not. Now tell me what’s got your shorts in a twist.”

“My head hurts, my stomach’s upset, my ass hurts…”

“Are you sure?”

“‘Course I’m…” I paused and stopped to take stock of my aches and pains. My head…No, not the slightest ache. My stomach…steady as the rock of Gibraltar. My ass…Not a twinge there either. “Huh?”

“Don’t you remember? I gave you a couple of Tylenol when we got home and made you drink a glass of water. Dad always said that would help with a hangover.”