Tara woke up with regret pounding behind her eyes.
For a moment she didn't move. She didn't open her eyes. She didn't breathe too deeply because the second she did, the world tilted unpleasantly.
Her mouth was dry. Her head throbbed. Her stomach rolled.
"God!" she muttered into the pillow.
Fragments floated up before she could stop them.
Music. Champagne. The balcony.
Lyon's voice.
You always run when things get uncomfortable.
Her eyes flew open.
The room was dim, curtains half drawn. Sunlight sliced across the carpet.
She was in her guest suite. In bed. She was fully dressed except for her heels with a blanket tucked neatly around her.
Her heart stuttered.
She remembered the hallway. Leaning against the wall.
Falling.
Arms catching her.
Warm hands steadying her waist.
Lyon.
Her stomach flipped and not from the alcohol.
She sat up slowly, pressing a hand to her temple.
The bathroom door opened immediately. Steam curled into the room.
