Leilani swivels in Connor’s embrace, sipping casually on the straw. She doesn't believe him, but she decides that she'll humor him anyway.
Connor lowers his head, breathing his hot minty breath on her exposed neck, wondering how many hours is appropriate before he calls it off and takes her away from here. He knows they should wait for the two guests of 'honour', but there are a lot of things he would prefer to do them deal with those two.
The fact that they have still not arrived annoys him to no end, and not knowing if they are going to show up at all and then they will have waited all this time for nothing.
Leilani has a quick look around, her glass shielding her slightly, only her stormy blue eyes can be seen, as she looks around the room at all the people. Connor is half right.
