Dunkin' Coffee

Try That in a Small Town by Jason Aldean blasting from the side table next to his bed had Wyck groaning in pain. His head pounded like tiny coal miners were working in his brain. He'd finished off the wine and a good portion of a bottle of Jack after Harper's sudden departure the night before. His hand clawed blindly at the bedside table trying to find the offending noise and make it stop. One blue eye cracked open to see the screen as he brought the phone to his face. Fuck! Davis.

"What?" he growled into the phone.

"Good morning to you, too, Sunshine," Davis quipped.

"What the fuck time is it?" His voice was thick, and he thought something might have crawled in his mouth and died overnight.

"Dude. You hitting the moonshine up there in the mountains?" Davis asked with a smirk in his voice. His buddy was all too familiar with the sounds of hungover Wyck. He stifled another groan as he tried to drag himself up to a sitting position. Fuck me!

"What do you want, Davis?" Wyck gritted ou