Kingsley stirred, groaning softly as his eyes fluttered open. His mouth was dry, head pounding like drums were being played inside his skull. He blinked against the afternoon light leaking through the sheer curtains.

Afternoon?

He sat up slowly, squinting at the digital clock on the nightstand. 1:03 PM.

“What the…” he muttered, rubbing his eyes. “I slept through the whole morning?”

He looked around and froze. This wasn’t the guest room he’d been using since returning from the ...