Chapter 185: Roll the Dice

Oh god, am I hungover. She had managed to keep from getting sick, but that didn't mean her head wasn't spinning and her stomach a roller coaster of nausea. She wanted to throw up, but she didn't, and she wasn't sure which was worse. If she could empty her stomach, perhaps she would feel a little better. It had been too long since she felt this way and she couldn't remember the best way to get over it.

"There is no best way," her father said when he brought her some toast and a cup of hot, black coffee. "Only time cures a hangover, just like only time sobers you up. From what I hear you had several rum runners, so you probably still have some of that in your system. I suggest just lying back and closing your eyes for a while."

"I can't close my eyes. Every time I do, the room spins and the bed is like a merry-go-round."

Her father laughed. "Yup, you overdid it, all right. Poor Morgan had a hell of a time carrying you inside."

"Good. It's the least he deserves for what he did to me."

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