Page 43 of Easton

Okay, only I have wine, as Easton and Madison decline, opting instead for sparkling water.

Understandable, as Easton has to get us home, and Madison will need to drive from our house to her place.

I thought about asking her to just stay over, but how would I explain that I don’t sleep in the same room, let alone the same bed, as my husband?

Yeah, that could be awkward.

Damn, this “marriage” gets more complicated as time goes by.

Sighing, I down a big gulp of wine, finishing off what’s left in my glass.

Easton shoots me a funny look, and I ask, “What?”

I think he wants to say something like “Pace yourself,” as this is my third glass and I really don’t drink that much.

But he doesn’t admonish me. He just shakes his head and murmurs, “Nothing.”

As I turn away from him, one of his teammates walks by with an open bottle, offering refills of wine, so I hold out my glass.

I feel my husband’s eyes on me again, but this time I ignore him.

Can’t a girl just have a good time?

Sheesh.

I mean, it’s not like Madison’s judging me.

Of course, she’s too busy eyeing up Lennox, who’s across the room.

He’s looking at her too.

At one point, I even catch him winking at her.

Oh boy.

Easton must notice their interactions as well, seeing that he clears his throat and says, “We should probably get going soon.”

“Definitely.”

I down what’s left in my glass.

I feel fine for the most part, until I stand up. “Oops.” I almost stumble.

Easton cups my elbow, steadying me. “You okay?” he asks quietly.

“I’m fine,” I declare, waving my empty glass around. “It’s these damn high heels. It’s a new pair, and I’m not used to them.”

He scoffs, “Yeah, right. I’m sure it’s just the shoes.”

“Heyyy.”

Gently prying my glass from my hand, Madison sets it on a side table, then hooks her arm with mine. “I got her,” she tells Easton.

“You two.” I roll my eyes. “You’re both so dramatic. I told you, I’m fine.”

Even though they’re overreacting, I allow Madison to keep her arm interlocked with mine as we leave the party.

Once we’re in the Range Rover, I promptly take off my heels and toss them onto the back seat. Carefully, though, so as not to accidentally hit Madison, even though she’s on the side behind Easton.

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