EPILOGUE
River
The blinding morning sunlight pours into my apartment. I press my face further into the pillow, releasing a muffled groan. Who the hell thought it would be a good idea to live in a corner apartment surrounded by windows? Oh, yeah. That would be me. The jackhammer digging into my skull isn’t helping matters at all.
My phone rings like a screeching siren. God, why do I feel so sick right now? The room spins behind my eyelids. Reaching for the irritating device, I slap the top of my nightstand until I find the menace in my grip.
“Hello?” I grumble into the phone.
“River, where the hell are you?” My mom screeches. “Aspen’s been trying to call you all morning! Are you okay?”
“Yeah, Mom. I’m okay. Can you stop screaming at me? I don’t feel well.”
“Well, that’s what you get for the stunt you pulled last night . . .” Mom yammers on. “You need to hurry your ass. It takes thirty minutes to get to the venue—”
Venue?
I crack an eye open.
This isn’t my apartment.
Fuck! It’s Aspen’s wedding day!
I pop up, swinging my legs to the side of the bed.The room spins around me and I have to take a deep breath to keep from getting sick. Wait! Why am I not wearing any clothes? Spotting a white t-shirt on the floor beside my foot, I bend down and pluck it off the ground.
“If you don’t stop moving the bed, Kitten, I’m gonna be sick.”
I freeze. My head swings in the direction of that voice.
What the ever-loving hell is Carter Fucking Graham doing in my fucking bed?
Except, as I look around the room, I realize that he’s not in my bed . . . I’m in his.
Fuck. My. Life.