Page 26 of One Last Time
His green eyes soften, and he keeps his hand on me. “No. I reallydidn’t.”
My pulse quickens as we stare at each other. This can’t be happening to me. There is no way that the emotions Noah is stirring in me are real. I’m married still. I’ve just left my husband, and yet, right now, I’m thinking of how much I liked Noah touching me. I’m wondering, if I leaned up a little, would it feel good to kisshim?
It has to be the remnants of the alcohol. There’s no otherexplanation.
Noah shifts, breaking theconnection.
“Thank you for making sure I didn’t drown.” I attempt to laugh, but it soundsoff.
Noah’s voice turns playful. “I enjoyed camping,too.”
What? I don’t camp. Who thehell—
“Oh, God!” I close my eyes and try to form some way to get out of this without needing an identity change. Nope. There’s no other option. “I’m going to crawl in a hole and die now,” Imutter.
“I especially liked the interview,” Noah adds on. “I will say, though, as a reporter, you didn’t ask the importantquestions.”
This is why I don’t like to drink. I can only imagine the crap that came out of my mouth. I already know I clung to him like a barnacle on the hull of a ship, why not make itworse?
“Please, make it stop.” I grip the sides of my head, praying it’ll explode to relieve thepressure.
His hand touches my back and slowly rubs. “Kristin?”
“Yes?” I don’t lookup.
“Look at me,” Noahdemands.
I lift my head, and he leans closer. “I know you probably regret last night, but I don’t. Not one minute. It also means we’ll have to spend the day together so you can really get your story. Funny who has the dirt on who now,huh?”
Noah stands, his tall frame blocking the sun for a second before I watch him walkinside.
I don’t know what to think. Everything inside my head is bouncing around, causing shooting pains as it moves. Thinkinghurts.
Drinkingsucks.
Heather is dead tome.
I lie back and start to laugh. This would be my life. I would be the one who has a job to do, can’t talk around him because he’s that freaking hot, and gets drunk. However, I don’t even do that half-assed. Nope, I go balls to the wall and get so hammered I fall into a pool and pass out right in front of the guy I’m supposed to be getting the scoopon.
Oh, how the article has changednow.
The one thing I’ve noticed in my hazy mind is that he didn’t look at me as if I was a drunken idiot when I woke up from God knows what I did last night. In fact, his gaze was full of tenderness. Noah didn’t make fun of me or make me feel stupid, which is what I expected. It would have been like any other time I made an error and had it flung back in myface.
Doesn’t change the fact that I made a total ass ofmyself.
The door slides open, and I expect to see Noah returning with his glowing tan and perfect hair, but it’s Heather. She looks exactly how I feel. Black streaks are smeared on her face, her hair is in a messy bun, and she’s sporting hersunglasses.
“How you doing?” I ask before I sit up, grab my mug, and gulp mycoffee.
“Dude, how much did we drink?” She flops into the chair Noah vacated and rolls to herside.
“Way more than weshould.”
Heather pulls her shades down and peeks over the rim. “What the hell happened to you? Are younaked?”
I wrap the blanket a little tighter. “No, but according to Noah, it was an interestingnight.”
“Did you get yourinterview?”
