When Zane Thorne woke up again, the morning light was shining brightly.
The aftermath of a hangover was a headache. Zane raised his hand to massage the aching and swollen corner of his forehead, propped himself up to sit half-reclined on the bed, resting against the headboard, and closed his eyes to compose himself.
Like Natalie Vaughn, he didn't forget what happened after getting drunk. Naturally, Zane also remembered how Natalie elbowed him and kicked him. He also remembered how she wiped his face, and especially her restless hands while helping him wipe his chest.
Zane couldn't help but chuckle.
"Little perv."
When Zane got dressed and came out, Natalie was in the yard with Aunt Sheffield making pickled vegetables.
"Aunt, can you really eat it with so much salt? Won't it be too salty?"
"Aunt, why not break it apart and mix, but stuff the seasoning in instead?"
"This jar looks small, why is it so heavy to carry?"
