“I’m not drunk,” she protests, taking the bait. “I’m simply…cocktail-induced happy.” Libby hums. “Let’s go tell Scottie about it, shall we?” “Oh, let’s.” Sophie’s grin goes lopsided. “He’s so pretty. My mom is watching Felix for the weekend. I’m footloose and baby-free. I gonna take my man home and ride him like a wild pony.”

