here you are with a hangover. God, it’s been so long since I’ve had a hangover. Are they as bad as I remember?”
“Worse. What do you mean then you took over?”
“From Darío .” Katie gave Lizzie a questioning look. “When he brought you here. God, you were a sight, KitKat, thrown over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, completely passe d out. He was good enough to put you on the bed before he left. If you’d passed out on me in an elevator, I’d had probably left you there.”
The fuzzy feeling rushed from Katie’s head, replaced with pure mortification. “Oh no. I passed out in the elevator? He had to carry me here?” As Lizzie nodded, Katie closed her eyes and moaned.
Lizzie’s snicker was interrupted by a knock at the door. Good thing, or Katie probably would have kicked her.
“That’s probably housekeeping. I put the Do Not Disturb sign on, but it’s getting so late they probably think we’re dead in here,” Lizzie said as she got up to cross the room.
“Who’s to say we aren’t.”
The nightmare continued for Katie as she looked up and saw Darío standing at the door holding a glass filled with green goop.
Lizzie waved him in while Katie said a silent prayer of thanks that Lizzie had dressed her in a huge t-shirt last night. At least she was covered in all the important places. Except for her pride. That was naked and shivering.
Darío didn’t seem to notice. He said a quick hello to Lizzie and moved past her to stand in front of Katie.
“Ah, the Kat is more of a kitten this morning, eh? No roar left?” He smiled at Katie, his voice teasing.
She forced a weak smile. “No more roar. If fact, I feel like I may cough up a hair ball at any minute.”
He laughed, a deep, throaty chuckle that should have made Katie’s head ache more, but somehow it didn’t. She didn’t make any move to leave the bed, wasn’t sure she could stand up even if she wanted to - which she didn’t. She waved him to sit in the seat that Lizzie had just vacated, which he did. She eyed the glass he held in his hands. “Why do I think you come bearing gifts?” she asked, gesturing to the glass.
“Ah, yes. I am correct in assuming that you two ladies will be following my – Chad and my – pairing this afternoon?”
Katie was about to say no, that she couldn’t possibly walk the course in the blazing afternoon sun, but Lizzie piped in. “Of course.”
Darío nodded. “Then I thought that perhaps Katie may need some…uh fortification before the round begins.” He held the glass out to her with both hands.
Something about the way he held the glass. With both hands, arms extended, almost like he was holding a golf club. Something about that seemed so familiar to Katie. She looked from the glass to his hands, his arms and then to his face. He had a sly smile that Katie figured was some sort of private joke that she was supposed to know the punch line to. She didn’t, so she ignored his look. “What’s in that…fortification?” she asked, pointing to the glass of goop.
“I think it best if you don’ t know,” he said. “I called Binky this morning to ask him what he uses. He gave me the recipe. The staff in the kitchen was kind enough to prepare this for me. For you.”
If the man was thoughtful enough to call Binky then get the hotel kitchen to whip this junk up for her, then she’d have to toughen up and drink it. Taking a deep breath, she took the glass from his hands and drank the concoction in one, long drink. She waited a moment to see if she’d need to make a mad dash to the bathroom after all, but was pleasantly surprised to find that it stayed down.
“Thank you. That was very considerate of you,” she said, meeting his soft, brown eyes.
“It is nothing,” he said as he rose to leave. “I will see you both later this afternoon.” With a quick nod to Lizzie he was out the door.
Lizzie came back and sat across from Katie. She said nothing, only raised an eyebrow to
“Worse. What do you mean then you took over?”
“From Darío .” Katie gave Lizzie a questioning look. “When he brought you here. God, you were a sight, KitKat, thrown over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, completely passe d out. He was good enough to put you on the bed before he left. If you’d passed out on me in an elevator, I’d had probably left you there.”
The fuzzy feeling rushed from Katie’s head, replaced with pure mortification. “Oh no. I passed out in the elevator? He had to carry me here?” As Lizzie nodded, Katie closed her eyes and moaned.
Lizzie’s snicker was interrupted by a knock at the door. Good thing, or Katie probably would have kicked her.
“That’s probably housekeeping. I put the Do Not Disturb sign on, but it’s getting so late they probably think we’re dead in here,” Lizzie said as she got up to cross the room.
“Who’s to say we aren’t.”
The nightmare continued for Katie as she looked up and saw Darío standing at the door holding a glass filled with green goop.
Lizzie waved him in while Katie said a silent prayer of thanks that Lizzie had dressed her in a huge t-shirt last night. At least she was covered in all the important places. Except for her pride. That was naked and shivering.
Darío didn’t seem to notice. He said a quick hello to Lizzie and moved past her to stand in front of Katie.
“Ah, the Kat is more of a kitten this morning, eh? No roar left?” He smiled at Katie, his voice teasing.
She forced a weak smile. “No more roar. If fact, I feel like I may cough up a hair ball at any minute.”
He laughed, a deep, throaty chuckle that should have made Katie’s head ache more, but somehow it didn’t. She didn’t make any move to leave the bed, wasn’t sure she could stand up even if she wanted to - which she didn’t. She waved him to sit in the seat that Lizzie had just vacated, which he did. She eyed the glass he held in his hands. “Why do I think you come bearing gifts?” she asked, gesturing to the glass.
“Ah, yes. I am correct in assuming that you two ladies will be following my – Chad and my – pairing this afternoon?”
Katie was about to say no, that she couldn’t possibly walk the course in the blazing afternoon sun, but Lizzie piped in. “Of course.”
Darío nodded. “Then I thought that perhaps Katie may need some…uh fortification before the round begins.” He held the glass out to her with both hands.
Something about the way he held the glass. With both hands, arms extended, almost like he was holding a golf club. Something about that seemed so familiar to Katie. She looked from the glass to his hands, his arms and then to his face. He had a sly smile that Katie figured was some sort of private joke that she was supposed to know the punch line to. She didn’t, so she ignored his look. “What’s in that…fortification?” she asked, pointing to the glass of goop.
“I think it best if you don’ t know,” he said. “I called Binky this morning to ask him what he uses. He gave me the recipe. The staff in the kitchen was kind enough to prepare this for me. For you.”
If the man was thoughtful enough to call Binky then get the hotel kitchen to whip this junk up for her, then she’d have to toughen up and drink it. Taking a deep breath, she took the glass from his hands and drank the concoction in one, long drink. She waited a moment to see if she’d need to make a mad dash to the bathroom after all, but was pleasantly surprised to find that it stayed down.
“Thank you. That was very considerate of you,” she said, meeting his soft, brown eyes.
“It is nothing,” he said as he rose to leave. “I will see you both later this afternoon.” With a quick nod to Lizzie he was out the door.
Lizzie came back and sat across from Katie. She said nothing, only raised an eyebrow to
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