Mack woke to what felt like a lethal pounding in his head and something smashing in his kitchen sink. He reached for the gun under his pillow and brought his other hand up to his head in a grimace. Motherfucker, this was going to be a bad one. How much did he actually drink last night after dropping Lucy off at her place? He didn't usually indulge to excess these days, but he'd needed something to take the edge off her sweet taste and the desperate need that drove him to go back for ...