I nodded and took a deep breath. I had the easiest job out of everyone and still managed to screw it up.
Landon smiled at me before being pulled away yet again by an eager visitor. I decided to stay farther away from the car. Hopefully that would stop people from asking me questions about it.
My plan seemed to work, and I got rid of everything that was in the boxes. I even enjoyed myself after I got over my embarrassment of losing the keys. I mean, who did that? At least I was fairly certain they’d be somewhere in the car.
“Who’s ready for a drink?” Clay said, rubbing his hands together when things started to quiet down.
“Hell yes,” Mason said, taking a sip from his water bottle.
“You want to go with the guys? Or do something else?” Landon asked.
“A drink sounds great,” I said, looking at Landon, who didn’t seem tired at all. Even though he would have been here for at least twelve hours, he was still smiling.
He took my hand, and we followed the guys. “Let me show you our kind of Vegas, then.”
“We need more Vossa.”
“What’s Vossa?”
“I think she means vodka.”
One thing I never thought I’d ever do in my life was dance on top of a bar. The other thing was yelling for more Vossa.
Landon steadied me and pushed away the bottle Clay was holding up. “What the hell are you doing?”
I reached for the bottles in front of me but was too slow. Even though there seemed to be two, I couldn’t grab either one. Shame. I wanted more Vossa.
Clay tried handing me the bottle again. “Why? She’s an adult. She can make her own decisions.”
I wobbled on my high perch, nearly toppling over in my attempts to grab the damn thing. Landon put his hands on my waist and sat me down on the bar top. He wedged himself in between my legs. I closed them around him, afraid he’d try and escape.
“Give me that.” Landon snatched the bottle from Clay and handed it to the bartender.
I followed the bottle with my eyes, but my arms didn’t cooperate and lift fast enough to get it back. “Hey, that’s mine,” I complained.
“You don’t need it, believe me,” Landon said, putting an arm around my waist. “Can we get some water, please?” he called out over my shoulder.
I shuffled closer to Landon, the bar the perfect height to bring us face-to-face.
He smells like heaven.
Landon put his arms around me. “Thanks. And usually I’d return the compliment, but you mostly just smell like the whiskey you poured over yourself at the last place.”
Guess I said that out loud.
“Sorry about that,” I said, unable to lean away to give his nose a break. It was like he’d become a part of me. And not touching him seemed like the worst kind of torture.
“She’s drunker than you were last year,” Clay said and smirked at Mason. “I thought that night was the funniest shit I’d ever seen. Turns out this is even funnier.”
“Shut up. I wasn’t that bad,” Mason said, his brows drawn.
Clay’s grin took over his face. “You pushed the Impala all the way back to the motel. That’s five miles. By yourself. To this day I don’t know how you managed to do it as drunk as you were.”
“Jameson told me not to let the Impala out of my sight. What else do you think I would do? Leave it at the bar?” Mason responded, rolling his eyes.
“Ah, yeah. That’s what people who are too drunk to drive normally do.”
“No way. Jameson would have killed me.”
