A flash of red hair, spinning lanterns and Latin dance music raced through his mind before it went blank. The infernal pounding started again behind his right temple.
Must have been a great night. The naked body lying next to his on the beach said as much.
Jackson levered his eyes open as the first fingers of yellow touched the white sand beach. He winced as intense sunlight hit his eyes. Another postcard perfect day in Puerto Vallarta. He would be perfectly happy spending it with the drapes closed and a couple gallons of hair of the dog. If he could just get back to his hotel room.
Damn. Thirty was years too old to be waking up, hung-over, not knowing where he was or how he had gotten there.
Pretty chestnut hair hid the woman's face. At least the woman he almost remembered seemed to be the woman he was with, but for the life of him Jackson couldn't draw a mental picture of her. Just what the hell had he done last night?
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