I groaned and pulled the pillow over my head. My head hurt, my body hurt, but worst of all my pride was shattered.
I was afraid to open my eyes and find Killian in my apartment. I didn't hear any noise, but continued to assess my surroundings for several more minutes. I finally removed the pillow and squinted into the daylight with one eye.
My poor, pathetic head.
My mouth tasted horrible and I thought I might be sick again. I scooted my legs around and slowly went to a sitting position.
Two pills, a glass of water, and a note rested on the bedside table.
Legs,
Take the ibuprofen, shower, and eat something. Get some rest today. I'm picking you up for dinner at six.
K
Over my dead body.
Killian MacGregor was not prancing back into my life.
