Page 6 of Screwed
“Yeah. It’s all good.”
“Thank you, Cash. I do need to stick around and pay the bill.”
“I’ll pay you back,” Callie said.
“Oh no, honey, we did this for you.” Kristy’s eyes squinted with concern. “You do look a little…tipsy, hon.”
Callie sucked her bottom lip briefly, trying not to sway on her heels. “I think I should be insulted.”
Kristy turned her worried gaze back to Cash.
“Don’t worry.” He clasped Callie’s hand again, and damn that felt good. “I’ll make sure she’s okay. Come on, little lush.”
He tugged her toward the private room.
“I just thought of another one.” Callie hiccupped delicately.
Cash shot her a frowning glance. “Another what?”
“Joke. How do you know your wife is a good housekeeper?”
After a pause, he said, “How?”
“After the divorce she keeps the house!” She burst into a gale of laughter.
“Oh my fuck,” he muttered.
“Get it? I’m a good housekeeper! Because I kept the house.” She giggled again.
“We are so out of here.”
Chapter Two
Cash led Callie—still laughing her ass off at her own joke—to his truck, holding on to her to keep her steady, which wasn’t easy on those crazy heels. Maybe he should have picked her up and carried her.
Maybe he should never have gone out onto the patio to find her. Maybe he shouldn’t have even come to this crazy party. As always, seeing Callie was both sweet and bitter.
Suddenly, her giggles turned to sobs.Aw fuck.
“I’m sorry.” She gave a huge sniff. “I’m a mess tonight.”
A gorgeous, sexy, hot mess. Yeah.“It’s okay, Callie. I’ve seen you drunk before.”
“You have not!”
“Uh, yeah. Remember that long weekend on South Padre Island?”
“Oh. Right.”
“And spring break in Cancun?”
“You were the one who walked into the patio doors and nearly broke your nose.”
He stifled a grin. “We’re not supposed to speak of that.” He opened the door of his vehicle and helped her inside. Once in the driver’s seat, he sighed as she fumbled unsuccessfully with the seat belt, then leaned over to fasten it for her.
Her hair smelled like warm spices and vanilla—exotic, feminine, and hypnotic. He resisted the urge to bury his face against her long, silky hair as he fastened her seat belt.
“Thank you.”
