table. “She’s going to get a black eye if she doesn’t stop banging her head.” Sarah thought that was Debbie speaking. But she couldn’t be sure. Not when her eyelids wouldn’t open. “We need to get her home.” “What she needs is food.” That was definitely Emily. Emily with the pretty red hair, just like the color of her favorite cocktail. “Did you have dinner before you came out with us, Sarah?” Sarah smiled into the table. “Nope.” Debbie and Emily hoisted her upright, holding her against the back of the seat. “I’ll go and get food.” Tess wiggled out of the booth and headed across to the bar. “You’re wearing half of the cocktail.” Debbie wiped the side of Sarah’s face with a napkin. Sarah looked down at her t-shirt and frowned. “Not there, your face,” Debbie said with a smile. “How much alcohol do you normally drink?” Sarah held up her hand and made a big fat zero with her fingers. “I’m a good girl.” “A good girl that’s going to have a hangover in the morning.” Tess slid a basket of fries and a glass of orange juice across the table. “Start with this. Charlie’s fast-tracking a burger for you.” Debbie lifted the juice to Sarah’s mouth and Emily made sure she ate the fries. Every last one of them. By the time she’d eaten the burger and drunk three more glasses of juice, Sarah felt a little less giddy and a whole lot like using the bathroom. She leaned across to Emily. “I need to use the bathroom.” Emily looked slightly worried. “I’m coming with you.” Sarah shook her head, then thought better of it. Even though she felt better, the room did a little jiggle and tilted sideways. Standing upright wasn’t much better, but as long as she held onto Emily’s arm and didn’t move too fast, she was fine. Sort of. Sarah felt so much better after using the bathroom. She walked slowly across the dance floor, dodging bodies as they bopped to the beat of the music. Emily stopped before they got to their booth. “Oops. We’re in trouble now.” Sarah stared at Emily. She didn’t sound too happy. Tonight was all about happy. Happy times, happy friends, and happy drinks. “What the hell have you done to Sarah?”
CHAPTER FOUR
Jordan stared at the dreamy smile on Sarah’s face. She looked as though she didn’t have a worry in the world. “She only had three drinks,” Emily said. “We’ve been working out what cocktails we’re going to have at my bachelorette party. She dropped like a rock after the last drink.” Sarah smiled. She kept her eyes focused on the dimple in his cheek. She reached out, ran her finger along his jaw and across his bottom lip. Heat hit his body. He jerked back and scowled at the grin on her face. “You’re drunk.” Sarah leaned forward. “Only a little bit. Do you want to dance?” Her breath whispered along the side of his neck and sent darts of pleasure everywhere. He looked at Emily and groaned. She was enjoying Sarah’s cute and cuddly phase. He’d get into trouble, do something he’d regret in the morning if he didn’t step away. “Dancing isn’t a good idea.” Sarah rested her head against his shoulder and sighed. “You smell like a sparkly Christmas tree.” A smile worked its way across his face. “Nice to know.” He really should take her back to where she was sitting. Leave Emily to look after her. But as soon as she looked up at him with her big blue eyes he was lost. Emily laughed. “I’ll leave you two alone. I’ve got a few more cocktails to try.” “Don’t you know how to dance?” Sarah whispered. “I know enough to get by.” His hands landed on her waist when she started swaying against his body. “What are you doing?” “I’m happy. Gotta dance.” Sarah hummed to the music drifting across the room. She lifted her arms to his shoulders and kept moving, brushing her body against his until he couldn’t think