7
WESTON
There was only one problem with this situation.
It was working.
Nora was shy around guys. That fact was still clear. But it didn’t seem to matter. Once I’d forced her to wade out into the deep end, she’d figured out how to swim. Every adorable stagger brought her right back to me with another beer in hand, giggling about the stupid thing that the guy had said or how she’d managed to get through the conversation. She still hadn’t had anyone ask for her number, but she was on her fourth beer, and I’d only purchased the first.
“I did it,” she crooned as she stumbled into me. Literally.
I caught her around the middle, swung her around, and pressed her back against the wall. She gave a little hiccup, and then covered her mouth.
“I did it.”
“Did what?” I asked, suddenly consciou
