“You’re supposed to carry me into the house, not out of here.” He sighs like I’m the biggest inconvenience in the world. “You couldn’t walk a straight line out the door in flats, let alone in those shoes.” “Hmm.” His brows pull together. “What?” “Maybe you care about me after all.” “That’s the alcohol talking.” I sigh. “Jose does have a way with words.” His arms tighten around me. “Who the fuck is Jose?” I grin into the lapel of his jacket. “Nobody important.” “Good, then at least no one will miss him when he’s dead.”
