Page 21 of Tempting Promises
“Can you feel your legs?” I ask.
“A little bit.” Her laugh is loud but trails off, and I worry she passed out. Thankfully, she’s still with us, so I pull her closer to me and she wraps both of her arms around my waist.
I move us to the bar, where Kimberly is waiting with pursed lips that are also a sort of smile. “I guess this is another thing country boys do?”
“Take care of a kind-of friend? Yes.”
“Kind of?” she asks with a brow raised.
“Long story and I need to get her to the car.” I notice she has her purse in her hand. “Are you leaving?”
Kimberly smiles softly. “I have a big day tomorrow and it would be better if...well, I don’t need to piss my boss off more than he already is.”
And just like that, my very fun night disappears. “I get it. It was nice meeting you, Kimberly.”
“You too, Rowan.”
I watch as she walks off, her hips swaying, and I let out a groan of frustration.
Charlotte giggles and hiccups. “Sorry, Row-wan! No sex for you.”
Unreal.
By the time Faye walks over, Charlotte is swaying back and forth, making a low moan. “Don’t puke,” I demand.
She snorts. “Bossy jerk.”
“Bossy jerk who saved you from that asshole.”
Charlotte groans again, her head resting on my shoulder.
Faye looks at her and then me. “I think something’s really wrong with her.”
“Yeah, she’s fucking hammered.”
“Well, there’s that. Charlotte never gets this drunk, though.She did shots and started crying. So, I got her up, and...well, she started talking to that guy, and we know where it went from there.”
Charlotte snorts. “I’m sleepy and feel woozy. Do you feel woozy too? Like the ground is upside down.”
Faye looks to me. “Can you help?”
“Of course.”
She starts to slump, and my arms wrap around her. Her speech is so slurred I can barely make it out. “I can’t feel my face.”
“I’m going to carry her out,” I tell Faye.
She nods. “Okay, let me get Margot and we’ll leave with you.”
I adjust Charlotte so I can lift her into my arms, and her arms fall limply as if she can’t even hold on to me.
“Charlotte, open your eyes,” I command.
Her lids flutter. “Rowan?”
“Yes, can you hold on to me?”
She lifts one arm around my neck. “You smell good.”
