Chapter 109: Wyatt

He was lying on the couch with an ice pack over his eyes, trying not to let the world whirl around him too much, when he heard the crunch of tires on gravel. For a man who didn't normally receive many visitors, he sure was getting a lot of them lately. He swung his feet over and sat up with a groan. It was probably Stetson or Declan, here to chew him out for leaving the party early. He'd meant to call and apologize to Stetson and relay what happened, but hadn't honestly felt up to it.

Well, whether he felt up to it or not, it was happening now. He forced himself to his feet and shuffled over to the front door. At least he'd taken a shower when he got home, so he didn't smell like he fell into a vat of beer anymore. He wasn't sure if Stetson would let him talk long enough to explain that smell away.

He opened the door just as Abby was raising her hand to knock. They both froze, staring at each other.