Becca Lynn preferred the behind the scenes life she lived behind the glitz and glamour of country music. Close to her family and never without friends. But there was just this one ex she couldn't walk away from.
"Owww," I hissed as my eyes blinked open against the bright sunlight. Just how much had I had to drink last night. Rolling over I snuggled up to the body close to mine thinking that if I could just get closer to Chase the world would stop spinning. Flopping a hand on what I thought was his chest, I grazed a boob instead of the hard muscle I expected. My eyes popped open as a voice grumbled elbowing me.
"You and I both know neither of us swing that way and Chase might be pissed," Miranda moaned. "Oh god my head."
"You're head," I moaned back stealing my favorite pillow away from her as I curled up in a ball around it. "I think I am still drunk."
"I know I am," Amber croaked from the other side of me her dark hair a mass of tangles. I peaked at her seeing how pale she was almost feeling bad for corrupting her last night. Almost. Woman had been known to egg me on a time or two. She rolled to her side laying her head on my shoulder as I couldn't help but giggle.
"Want to explain to me why you are in here with me instead of in bed with my brother?" I asked as Miranda laughed then moaned covering her head with a pillow.
"Something about dammit woman let me have some sleep," Amber snickered. "I'll spare you the other details. Since I don't hear him, he better have gone after Waffle House or he's never getting mac and cheese again."
"Mama would make it for me and since when do I ever deny you Waffle House baby," Brantley grumbled from the door making all three of us lift our heads to look at him. I saw the to go holder of coffee along with a bottle of aspirin in his hands and almost wept. He walked closer passing out coffee as the three of us pushed up to sit against my cushioned head board. B chuckled as he distributed out meds like it was candy. "You three look like hell."
"Gee thanks BG," Miranda grumbled as he sat on the edge of the bed pulling Amber into his lap as she rested her head on his chest. "Want to explain to me why I'm in bed with these two?"
"Because PJ said you and drunk Becca were joined at the hip last night," he said with a laugh. "Caroline had wanted to tag along too but Luke somehow got her to go home. You three it seems tried to drink all the tequila in Nashville. Makes you feel any better they say Cole passed out on the dance floor."
"Then why I am in bed with these two and not my other half," I wondered cracking an eye open to look at my brother. I let out a hiss at the booming laugh that slipped past his lips. Amber growled covering his mouth with a glare.
"This you have to just see for yourself sis," he said with a grin much more softly. "Go look in the den."
Giving Brantley a wary look, I eased off the bed holding my head and sipping my coffee as I walked. I found a trail of shoes as I made my way down the hall and pretty sure that was not my bra in the doorway of the kitchen. I shuddered as I rubbed at my aching head. I leaned against the doorway to my den where I kept my computer and guitars. I looked further into the room seeing what Brantley had been talking about. I sighed shaking my head as Brantley leaned over my shoulder with a snicker then handed me my phone.
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