Time to go. With a shake of the head, I stalk across the room, liberate the tequila and pass it to a sober-looking Jordan, and toss Maddey over my shoulder in a fireman’s carry. “Whoooooooa.” Hands smack my ass. “This might not be the safest position for you to have me in, Hook, but I’m not gonna complain about the view.” Another slap, this one followed by a squeeze, honk-honk sound effect included.
