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Her hand waves wildly as she fights for her balance. “They left. I need my keys to go home.”

She reaches out for the opposite chair but misses, nearly bouncing her chin off the rails.

“Fuck, Soph.” I want to roar out in frustration. “You can’t drive.”

Outpacing her, I find where her purse is hanging at the table where Blue and Libby were sitting.

“I’m fine.” She draws out the word and adjusts her floppy large hat.

Val is watching with narrowed eyes.

But I don’t have a choice. I’ve only had that single shot of tequila.

All Iwantis her.

When I push into the kitchen to fetch my shirt, she follows.

“Am I missing my only chance?” I ask quietly as I tug on my tee.

She crosses her arms and taps her full red lips. “I guess we’ll never know.” A smile flirts across her mouth.

The clasps on her stockings are hooked again.

Damn it all. I don’t want it to end like this.

Screw it.

Diving towards her, my palms frame her cheeks so I can taste her one last time.

It’s my tongue pushing against hers, then she softens to let me possess her.

Even if it’s just for a moment.

Her thumb is a white hot brand as she wipes my chin. “They’re going to wonder about that lipstick.”

“I don’t kiss and tell.” Giving her my best grin, I push into the bar to grab my sister.

“Come on, Soph. You’re gonna owe me big time.”

Chapter 16

Val

By the time Imake it upstairs, the overwhelming weight of the evening crashes in on me. I feel as if the moment passed for tonight with Sawyer. Shortly after he leaves with his sister, I send him a quick note.

Me: Be here early, we’ll clean up.

Sawyer: Okay.

I stare at my phone screen.

Even through text he hardly talks.

As tempting as it is to have him come back, there’s a part of me that knows somewhere deep down that there might be another chance to make himmine.

Not forever. Just to have some fun for a little while.

But the mission was accomplished. Instead of the dreaded nightmares of finding Sarah’s broken body, I’m able to sleep blissfully while dreaming of stroking Sawyer’s defined chest.