Chapter 35

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.

My head pounded dully, so I took the pills because I didn't really have a choice. I also spent an hour in the shower, which pissed me off more because it was exactly what the note told me to do. I managed to eat a piece of toast before