Sunlight and the sound of the coffee machine woke me. I sat up, woolly-headed, squinting and wincing as the throbbing hangover headache hit.
"Ugh," I groaned.
"That you, Ari?" Charley called from somewhere.
"Mm," I protested.
"Want some coffee?"
"Mmmr."
"On its way."
I forced my eyes open, scowling at the hateful light. Then I levered myself...