After that, all I could remember was my nightmare of running through the
woods. A shiver ran down my aching spine, and I shoved the dream out of
my
mind.
I slipped out of bed and wrapped the sheet around myself, sucking in a
breath as pain trickled through my nerves. Not only did I have a massive
hangover, but every bone in my body ached like I’d tumbled down a
mountain a few times.
Whatever had happened, it wasn’t cool.
A quick search of the room revealed neither my clothes nor my phone.
Shit. I’d left the phone under the seat in Casey’s car. Where my clothes were
was anyone’s guess.
I crossed the room and picked up the framed picture that sat alone on the
dresser opposite the king-size bed that I’d just awoken in. A woman with
dark, curly hair smiled at the camera. My blood froze. She was beautiful and
had the same eyes as Jaxson.
The bedroom door creaked, and I spun, holding the framed picture out
like it was a weapon.
“Sam?” I released my breath but didn’t put down the picture. “Where am
I, and why the hell am I buck-ass naked?”
“I think you should have some coffee.” She stepped into the room and
smiled, but I could read the concern on her face. She gave me a wide berth
and set the mug on the bedside table. “Do you remember anything from last
night?”
My mind still came up short. “I went to a bonfire with Casey, but the rest
is missing. Tell me what the hell is going on.”
My voice sounded distant and panicked. I realized that I’d set the picture
down and was clutching my arms so hard that my nails were digging into my
skin.
“You might want to take a seat,” she said.