My eyes narrowed on him. “That would explain why seven shots of tequila and you appear.”
“Was it seven?” He questioned. “From across the room, looked more like nine.”
Was it nine? I had no idea. I’d lost count after five.
“Have you been watching me?”
He shrugged. “Thought maybe someone should keep you two from wandering upstairs with a bad sort.”
“Aren’t you the bad sort, Military Brat?”
“Oh, I’m the worst sort.”
I rolled my eyes Heavenward.
To my horror, Kat reached up a limp hand and dragged it down the side of his face. “You’re sure perty…”
He flashed her that heart-stopping grin. Before drawling. “Well, thank you.”
“You should really,” She stumbled on her high heel, and he caught her elbow to straighten her.
“Should really…Really…” Her gaze fell before s
