Derek wakes up to a massive headache. His mouth is dry. This is the worst he has felt since he caught the Aurex virus when he was young. He pauses for a moment, wondering how the previous night had ended. Nope, he doesn’t remember.
Maeve is in the bed beside him.
He kisses her forehead.
Her head moves from side to side. “Are you okay?”
“Not really, if I’m being honest. Feeling shit.”
Maeve opens her eyes and smiles. “I think you had a bit too much to drink. Do you remember the last thing you said to the boys?”
“Not really, what?! Derek’s eyes narrowed.
“That we are part of their next operation. Like, you didn’t even ask me,” She let out a mock laugh.
“Ah, no, I’m so sorry. I’ll go and explain that I was drunk.”
“I don’t think so, babe. It wouldn’t go down well. And we’re going to need these people if we are to stay out of prison.”
Derek sits up at the side of the bed. He had a sinking feeling. “I guess you’re right. God, I’m starving.”
With that, he moves back into his wheelchair, eager to get something to fill himself up.
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