TWO MONTHS EARLIER
"Easy." Clay warns me for the umpteenth time. "Go easy on the drinks!"
I smile at him.
"No."
"Cami?"
"Yes?"
"I said, easy!"
"Are you my Daddy?"
"No, I'm your friend, and you're pissing me off. You're drinking too much."
"Clay, that guy over there has been sending free drinks our way all night. I'm not going to let him down by being chicken and playing teetotaler. The only way we can repay the kind sir is by drinking everything he buys us."
Clay turns slightly to look at the guy in question. Their gazes hold for a moment before he turns back to me.
"The more you drink, the messier you get. You do stupid things when you're drunk. I can't just sit here and watch you getting wasted like that."
I pick an extra tequila shot from the counter before I grin at him.
