Chapter 16 The Morning After

• A pounding headache made Clara groan as she stirred, her body sinking into silky sheets that felt far too luxurious to be hers. The air smelled faintly of expensive cologne and freshly brewed coffee. Her fingers twitched against the fabric, and then her heart lurched.
• A ring.
• Her breath caught in her throat as she sat up too fast, making her head spin. She blinked against the glaring sunlight streaming through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows. Las Vegas sprawled beneath her, the city buzzing even at this early hour.