Page 3 of Grasp The Moment

I don’t realize that I’m staring at her until she scrunches her nose at me and hands me two shot glasses.

I raise a brow at her as she smirks, nodding her head slightly.

A part of me wants to decline; I’ve already had two shots tonight, and my limit iszero, but I’m also childless at the moment and in Vegas with my friends…

Fuck it.

The two of us go shot for shot, matching each other's paces and tripling our drinks.

“You know,” Georgia starts, loosening her jaw as she turnsto face me. Her eyes dim as they search my face. “These last few days sucked…” She sighs.

Tell me about it.

I nod, clinking my glass with the one in her lowered hand, throwing back my… What shot is this?Sixthshot?

“I don’t mean to dump on you, but I need to rant… You cool with that?”

I open my mouth to decline, but one look at her downcast face has me thinking otherwise. She and Iarefriends… What’s the harm in talking about our problems with one another?

“Spill.”

She chuckles humorlessly. “Oh, trust me… Iwill.”

I watch her carefully as she settles into her chair, sliding in so close to me that our knees touch. I suck in a deep breath, inhaling the sweet smell of her perfume, and freeze.

What the fuck am I doing?

When someone approaches the bar, getting too close to Georgia, I immediately pull her closer to me. She gasps, surprise shooting through the both of us as our shoulders collide.

“You were saying?”

She blinks, shifting to where half of her body is resting against mine, and tilts her head slightly up to me.

I pick up my drink, courtesy of the blonde, and almost die from aspiration when her words finally hit the air.

“My dad fucked his secretary.”

Now… I thought that I had a shitty week. That maybe, getting denied for a building in Texas and from my inheritance—yet again, was the worst thing that could happen this weekend.

But Georgia’s issues take the cake.

“Wow… I?—”

“In my bed.”

Shit.

I blink, trying to make sense of her words, but I can’t.

“Your dad…”

“Uh-huh…” She rolls her tongue over her teeth.

“Had sexual intercourse?—”

She interrupts, shaking her head. “He fucked her in my bed, it’s okay,‘Mama Bear,’I won’t tell anyone you said a swear word.” She chuckles, taking the drink that I’d almost drunk,downingit.

“Jesus, Blondie… I’m so?—”