Chapter 182

• The staccato sound of high heels on marble woke me up the next morning. My head throbbed with a hangover. In Vegas, I never knew how much alcohol I consumed. All I knew is it was a lot. Reflexively, I had put on a bathrobe before walking out into the hallway.
• "I thought this was a nudist villa?" Juliet Lawson's playful words hit my ears and translated into my aching head.
• "You're up early," I said, squinting my eyes. It wasn't even seven o'clock.