Page 6 of Making the Save

Sydney doesn’t think so.

Seen out again in New York with all her girlfriends.

Maybe lay off the pasta, Sydney?

-Celebrity Truth

Vegas

Sydney

Iwasn’t dead.

That was the good news.

The bad news: I kind of wished I was.

Oh my God, how much did I drink last night?

Too much was the answer. Waaaay too much. Especially for someone who didn’t drink.

There was always just so much to do on any given day and hangovers could set me back a solid twenty-four hours, but yesterday, I must have gotten carried away.

Vegas, baby. Am I right?

I buried my head in my pillow and tried to remember everything that happened, but my brain was broken and thinking was impossible. Breathing was hard, too. Opening my eyes wasn’t going to happen without medical help. Plus, the weird rumbling sound coming from the air conditioning unit was drilling into my brain.

Focus Sydney!

Groaning, I slowly rolled over onto my back and tried to push through the mud in my brain to figure out who I was, where I was and why I had done this to myself.

There had been a celebrity golf event.

The miracle of remembering forced my eyes open and the light coming in from the south facing window was a laser rightinto my eyeballs. I yanked the blankets up over my head and turned away from the windows.

Only to find myself face to face with a massive shoulder and a very hairy chest.

I squeaked. Like a mouse. A terrified mouse who’s discovered a giant bear in her bed.

I’m still dreaming. This is a tequila-induced hallucination.Carefully, in case I was wrong, I stretched out a hand and poked the hallucination.

The chest was real. The hair was real. And it was warm. Also softer than it looked.

“Hello?” A very male, very grumbly voice said in a minor C bass note so deep that it rumbled through my chest.

“This isn’t happening,” I whispered. Even when I tried not to mess things up, I somehow messed them up.

To my surprise, the guy lifted the sheet and pulled it over his head too. The two of us were now in a tequila breath scented cocoon.

“Hi,” he said with a tiny smile. He had a nice mouth tucked away in a close-cropped dark beard. He had really nice brown eyes. And he was naked. I mean, naked as far as I could see. I wasn’t about to make a show of checking him out.

Was I naked?

Ohmygod!

I glanced down at my body.

Panties?