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He seemed to appreciate the gesture and gave her a smile that eased her nerves. “Don’t worry. I’ll keep an eye on them.”
“Thank you.” She grabbed Margot’s purse and explained the situation to the most sober girl in the bunch.
She whined and pouted that Margot had to leave, grabbing Ronnie into a tight hug. “Tell her I love her and I’m so happy for her and she’s gonna be the most beautiful bride and?—”
“Okay.” Ronnie untangled herself from the octopus embrace and smiled at Margot’s friend. “I’ll pass it on.”
Before the girl could say anything else, Ronnie dashed back to the bathroom.
Her sister was still slumped against the wall, her head lolled to the side.
“Margot?” Ronnie crouched down, lightly slapping her cheek.
Sucking in a sharp breath, her sister opened her eyes and gave her a dopey smile that quickly morphed into a tearful blubbering. “I want to go to bed.”
“Okay, sis.” Ronnie stifled a laugh as she heaved her sister up, taking most of her weight as she led her out the door. “Let’s get you to bed.”
Chapter Thirty-Three
Willow knew one thing.
Dancing was awesome.
Also? If it wasn’t for the dancing, she’d have done something really stupid by now. Like crossed the bar to Eric and demanded he tell her where Charlie’s letters were. And if he didn’t know, she’d demand to know why he hadn’t found them yet.
Instead, she danced.
This is maturity. Yup. Wise Willow. That’s me.
The thought made her grin and then giggle.
“What’s so funny, babe?” a male voice said over her shoulder.
She turned to see who was talking to her, which…was a mistake. The room seemed to slosh and move like she was on a sailboat, and she wobbled in her heels before hands darted out to steady her.
“Whoa.” The guy laughed.
She peered up at him, narrowing her eyes to focus.
He was handsome, in a rough-and-tumble kind of way. He had a trucker hat on and a five-o’clock shadow. He was sporting jeans and a T-shirt and was pretty much the exact opposite of a certain super-sexy CEO sitting at the bar…watching her.
It was the feel of Eric’s eyes on her that had her smiling up at this man, even though a little warning bell was going off in the back of her brain somewhere. She was safe if Eric was watching. He’d never let anything bad happen to her.
How did she know?
Hmm. Good question.
The guy’s beer breath was stinky, and he was asking her a question she couldn’t quite make out over the music, so she just kept smiling.
But there was that niggle of a warning again.
She didn’t like this guy.
Why?
She had to mull it over, which was more than challenging when she felt like every thought had to be dragged through three feet of mud to get to her.
Maybe it was the way he was smiling at her, like she was a tasty treat to eat.
