Babs snorted loud enough to rattle the bottles behind her. “Oh, for f**k’s sake.” She dropped a glass of Coke in front of me with a thud. “Drink that before you pass out. You’re vibrating like a newborn calf.”
“Thanks,” I muttered wryly.
“Be nice,” Hattie hissed.
Babs rolled her eyes. “I am being nice…and helpful, I might add. By the looks of her, she’s got low blood sugar.”
She was probably right. I bet I did have low blood sugar. And between that and the concussion, it could be the explanation for why I was reacting to Sterling like this after everything that had happened in my life thanks to the male species.
I grabbed the glass and sucked it down like salvation, ice and syrup biting all the way to my lungs. My eyes watered. My brain rebooted. My whole body sighed in relief.
“Thir
