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hell.”
    “All
right. Talk
to you later then. Bye.”
    “Why
didn’t you tell him to go to hell?”
    “Because
we don’t talk like that in this house, especially on Sunday.”
    “Sorry,
but he deserves it.”
    Her
father placed a cool washcloth on her head. “I’m sure he does.”
    “Oh lordy , that feels like heaven.”
    “How
did you get home? Your car isn’t in the drive.”
    “I took
a cab, I guess.”
    “Got a
bit drunk?”
    “Yeah,
just a little. Mandy is my new best friend.”
    “Mandy?”
    “Yeah,
she’s a friend of the bartender who is married to one of the Young boys. Mandy
is her friend, but she’s my new best friend too. We were doing shots of
tequila.”
    “Oh,
boy.”
    “With
beer shooters.”
    “No
wonder you’re sick. I’ll get you some Alka-Seltzer. I’m sure I have some in my
bathroom.”
    “I love
you, Dad.”
    “I’m
sure you do, honey. I’ve been where you are a few times in my life so I know
what it feels like to be hung over.” Her dad disappeared out the door, but was
back in a few minutes with a glass of water with something fizzing in it. “This
will either cure what ails you or make you throw up.”
    “I’m
already throwing up.”
    “It’ll
help calm your stomach, sweetie. Trust me.”
    With a
dubious glance at her father, she took the glass and sipped at the fizzling
liquid.
    “Shoot
it.”
    She
made a face, plugged her nose and swallowed the entire glass in a matter of a
few gulps. “Good God, that’s nasty.” Her stomach heaved a few times, but
nothing came up as she rested her forehead on the cool porcelain. She’d never
leave the bathroom again.
    Her
father took her hand to bring her to her feet. “Now up you go.”
    “I
can’t.”
    “Sure
you can. You need some ibuprofen and a few more hours of sleep. You’ll be good
as new.” He helped her to her feet and slowly walked her to her bed. “Lie
down.”
    Once he
placed the cool cloth over her eyes and she’d taken the ibuprofen, he told her
to sleep. He’d hold off the hoards of admirers until she felt better. She
wasn’t sure what the hell he meant, but right now she didn’t care. Her head
hurt, her stomach felt a little better for now, and she wanted to close her
gritty eyelids to rest. A little sleep would do her wonders.
    Several
hours later, she groaned as she rolled over in her bed to the chirping of her
cell phone indicating she had a text message. When she picked up the phone so
she could press the button, her eyes widened to see twenty-five messages that
weren’t all from the same guy. “What the hell?”
    “Apparently
you were pretty free last night with your phone number and address. I’ve had at
least ten men here today wanting to talk to you while you slept. Your phone has
been chirping like a bird in heat for the last few hours.”
    “Shit.”
    “ Callinda .”
    “Sorry,
Dad. I wish
I could remember what I did.”
    “You
might ask Peyton since she was probably one of the few people there who weren’t
drunk last night.”
    “But
that would mean going out to the Young ranch. I don’t have her number.”
    “I
still think you should find out before your popularity gets my lawn messed up
with the cars and trucks going across it.”
    “Maybe
Mandy will remember. I think I have her number.” She pushed her hand into her
jeans pocket only to come out with a wad of papers. “What the heck is this?”
She spread them on her bed before opening one to find a guy’s name and number. “Holy crap!” She opened two more. “These are all phone
numbers.”
    “You’ve
become one very popular young lady.”
    “I need
to call Mandy.” She grabbed her cell phone off the nightstand and flipped
through the numbers until she found what she was looking for. After she pushed
the button to call Mandy, she waited until her new friend picked up with a groggy reply. “Mandy?”
    “Yeah. Who is this?”
    “Callie.”
    “Oh,
hey, sister in crime. How are you feeling