Chapter 3
I was feeling loose and happy. The room was filled with laughter and voices, and I was sitting back and enjoying it while nursing my third beer. Or was it my fourth?
“It’s your fifth,” a voice said in my ear.
“Really?” I said, contemplating the bottle in my hand. It was half gone. I didn’t remember the ones between number two and this one.
“Yeah, really,” the deep voice responded. “Which is maybe why you’re talking out loud?”
“Probably,” I agreed with a grin. “But it’s late, and I should go home.”
I stood and wobbled, grateful for the hand that caught my elbow and kept me from pitching face-first into the table. Once I got my feet under me again, I turned to thank the man who had helped. But the words dried up when I found myself looking at Lucas.
“Gotta go,” I mumbled, re
