How about a little excerpt from the still untitled Eden short story?
“What?” He doesn’t bother to check the ID before answering. His eyes barely open, voice hoarse.
“Morning, baby cakes. Did you miss me?” The voice is familiar, but Valentine can’t place it.
“Who is this?” Valentine slides into his bed, pulling the covers over him, his eyes closing again, ready to go back to sleep.
“Aiden, expecting another sexy blond to call you?”
“Hey, what’s up?” He remembers dinner last night. Before the club, the redhead in the cab, and the well of alcohol he drank. A decision Valentine regrets.