Nathan’s POV

The morning greeted me with a pounding headache, a cruel reminder of the previous night’s excesses. I groaned, piecing together fragments of the evening—too much alcohol, a heated argument with Grace, and a desperate attempt to drown my frustrations at a bar. Now, the consequences throbbed in my skull, relentless and unforgiving.

“Damn it, what a mess,” I muttered, rolling over in bed, my hand pressed to my forehead. A soft, feminine laugh froze me in place, the sound ...