I catch August’s eyes through the doorway that leads into the living room. His eyebrows draw together when he sees Isla in my arms and he pushes through the crowd as he rushes over to us. “What’s going on?” he questions me, his eyes scanning Isla with a worried look passing through them. “Is she okay?” “She’s fine,” I tell him, pausing as she adjusts slightly in my arms. “She just had a little too much to drink so I was going to take her back to the apartment.” A sigh of relief escapes August and the worried expression leaves his face as he glances back into the living room. “I’ll head home
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