Chapter 97

The light filtering through the curtains felt like fire pokers against her eyes. She turned over, pulled the quilt over her head, and waited for the brain pounding to subside.

Long minutes later, she inched the covering from her face and blinked to let her eyes adjust to the brightness in the room.

A tanned, gorgeous, annoyingly familiar face peered down at her.

"Perez!" Her voice cracked when the pounding in her head pierced her temples. "What the hell did you do?"

He lifted a single dark eyebrow and then the other, his expression one of thinning patience. "While I'm usually more than happy to take the blame for whatever occurs around me, I must ask you to narrow it down a bit."

"Don't act like you don't know-at the campfire last night, you did something to me to make me act like that-oh, God, to say those things." She rubbed her fingers over her forehead and down her cheeks, and groaned. "I'm never going to be able to look Ty in the face again."