“You know what? I think Lorenzo’s right.” She turns to him. “You should take Lily home because she’s clearly had way too much to drink.” With a half smile, half flinch, she snatches the wineglass from my hand, passes me my purse, and pushes me outside before shutting the door behind me. Damn. The last person I want to drive me home is Lorenzo, but if it means fixing my slipup and saving Willow’s job, I’ll do it. Here’s to hoping I don’t break down crying in the process.
