Chapter 134

The next morning, Beckett woke up with a splitting headache. Damn it... that same damn feeling again. He sat up slowly, propping himself with one arm. His face looked grim as he glanced at the wide, empty bed beside him. Last night... The hangover wasn't helping. Beckett rubbed his temples, his whole vibe screaming irritation. Six years ago, he'd been played once. He never thought he'd fall for the same trap again. "Beckett, you're awake." The bathroom door opened, and Jenny stepped out holding a damp towel. "Here, wipe your face…" Her voice was hoarse, laced with what she probably thought was charm, and her cheeks were crimson. Beckett shot her a frosty look, his voice colder than ice. "Jenny, I let go of what happened six years ago 'cause it was ancient history. Did you really take me for a fool?" She kept pulling this kind of crap. It was infuriating. "Beckett…" Jenny gasped, looking all innocent. "I don't know what you're talking about. I just… took care of you last night." "'Took