“Okay,” she agreed. “But is Always Answer as good in bed as I think he is?”
Hanna blushed again, miserable, but unwilling to lie to her the way she’d lied to Logan.
“Better.”
“Damn, Hanna.”
She swallowed. “I know.”
Sara scoffed. “Best of luck, babe.”
“You guys want one more drink?” Matty asked, stumbling down the street after what felt like forty-five innings.
“Let’s do it,” Milo said. He grinned like a kid who just overheard their mom suggest eating out.
“You’re going to hate yourself tomorrow,” Hanna laughed. While he drank often, he never really drank heavily, and seeing his eyes clouded over amused her.
“I could do one more,” Logan muttered, pushing past them.
Matty led them into a small, crowded bar and came back with a myriad of things, some of which they ordered, some of which they didn’t.
“Cheers,” Milo said, clinking his glass against hers.
“What are we toasting to?’ Sara asked.
“To releasing the old,” Milo slurred, sloshing beer over the edge of his cup. “And… embracing… whatever, you guys get it.”
“Can we get a pitcher of water, please?” Hanna asked the server as she scooted by.
“Good idea,” Milo mumbled. “You’re so smart.”
“And you’re so drunk,” Hanna said, leaning across the high top and patting his head. His eyes narrowed, and she knew she’d tripped a wire. She shook her head. Not there. Not feet from Logan. “Down, boy,” she whispered.
“Don’t do that,” he said, not nearly as quietly as she needed him to. “That is a gateway drug.”
“You’re pathetic.”
“Don’t act like you’re not into it,” he laughed and leaned a little too far back, slipping off the barstool.
“Jesus,” Sara huffed under her breath. She tossed Hanna a warning look.
“Okay,” Hanna sighed, pulling his forearm. “I think it’s time to get you home.”
He shook his head. “No way! I’m fine. But you should stop spinning. It’s a little disorienting.”
She squeezed her eyes closed, trying not to laugh. “Aw, buddy.”
“Do you need help?” Matty asked. “I just ordered wings.”
“Wings sound so good,” Milo whined.
Hanna shook her head, her ponytail swinging as Milo tracked it.
“I will get you food. You need to get up four floors before you need to be carried.”
“Will you please text me when you get home?” Sara asked, wrapping her arms around Hanna. “If you have time.”
Hanna rolled her eyes but dropped a kiss on her cheek before turning to Milo, who seemed to be in a constant state of swaying.
