CHAPTER 7
LACHLAN
Walking away from Sabrina is supposed to be the mature thing to do.
But it's hard to be a grown-up when your pants are tight and your body is practically humming.
As I slip back into the party, no one seems to notice I was gone.
Drew is still in the middle of the room, surrounded by the same people he was talking to when I left. My fellow groomsmen are off in one corner, getting thoroughly drunk.
As for me? I'm trying not to grab hold of old habits.
Habits that I haven't had a reason to grab hold of in far too long.
I continue down the hallway, separating myself from the wall so I can make it to the back door without bumping against anyone.
I stop in the ballroom caterer kitchen, feeling a familiar twinge in my back...and taste in my mouth.
The more I remember t
