When Colin said tequila made him sweet, he hadn’t been kidding. Though as the night progressed, Grady realized that sweet didn’t quite cover it. Colin’s smiles were easy and plentiful. He took turns dancing with his coworkers, seemingly unmindful of their age or gender. He flirted outrageously with everybody in the bar (except Grady) and toward the end of the night, he started singing loud and off key, but with unmistakable enthusiasm.
“That’s usually my sign to take him home,” Gwen said, once Colin elbowed his way over to the jukebox.
“It’s your birthday,” Grady said. “I can take him.”
“Oh, no, he’s got his bike, and it’s a real pain to deal with. I don’t mind.”
“Well, I mind that you’d have to be bothered when this is supposed to be your special day. Besides…” He rose from his chair,
