CHAPTER 10
ONE BOTTLE OF wine turned into two, and it was almost midnight by the time Rhys and Coco stumbled along Cardon Street, arm in arm because neither of them could stand up on their own.
“Enough with that noise,” a hunched guy pushing a shopping trolley full of cans griped, and Coco made an exaggerated sad face.
“Aw, he doesn’t appreciate our singing.”
“Can’t imagine why not.”
“But our harmonies are…hic…perfect.”
The door lock kept moving, and it took Rhys four tries to insert the key. Coco tripped over the step on her way inside, and when Rhys tried to catch her, they ended up in a heap on the floor. Yeuch.
“Need…bed,” she mumbled.
At that moment, the stairs looked as challenging as Mount Everest.
“We could sleep on the sofa?”
“Urgh, no way. The sofa has s*x cooties. From
