Amelia’s POV
I stood frozen in the doorway, staring at Luke and the woman beside him. “What the hell is this?“ I asked mentally, my mind racing, trying to make sense of what I was seeing. The sweet smile I had prepared was long gone, replaced by shock and anger.
Maybe I had fallen asleep somewhere in the middle of the reading and this was just a dream, but the giggling sound from the woman was too real to be ignored as dream.
“Luke?” I said again, louder this time, my voice sharp. I could hear the disbelief in it.
I mean, wasn’t it enough that I would be in doubt?
Luke turned toward me, his eyes glazed over, and I knew instantly that he was drunk. Not just tipsy, but really drunk. He blinked a few times, like he was trying to focus, and then he gave me a sloppy grin.
Oh heaven, he
