Forever Starts Tonight (Wilder Family #4)

Poppy

About an hour after I lay on the couch, the fire in the hearth dimmed from dancing flames to bright orange coals, and the room held a chill to it that I hadn’t felt when I first curled up under the blanket and attempted sleep. My brain raced too fast for any sort of rest. And now … I was cold. I turned, pressing my back into the back cushion, trying to seek warmth from the stupid piece of furniture.

The effects of the alcohol still swam in my head, but as I edged closer to sobriety, I knew I needed water and some painkillers. With the blanket wrapped around my shoulders and Jax’s too-large T-shirt draped around my body, I shuffled into the kitchen and found a glass in the cupboard, filling it with lukewarm water from the tap.

I drank the whole thing and sighed, leaning my weight against the counter while I filled the glass again. Maybe it was the wine or whiskey or the looming threat of a killer hangover, but I couldn’t drudge up a single shred of regret for any of the things I’d said or done.