Her stomach quivered under his palm and her breath quickened, but she shot a look over her shoulder. “Are you drunk?”
“Nah. Feeling good.”
She turned in his arm and he walked her backward to set his glass on the table. Then he was able to wrap both arms around her.
“Are you sure you don’t want to dance with the cute girl by the bar?”
“Huh? Who?” He looked over his shoulder and Lisa winked at him. Damn. “No. I, uh . . . dated Lisa.”
“Dated? The way she’s smiling and winking at you, it seems like it might’ve been more than a date.”
Fuck. He had no idea how to get out of this one. “Look, I’ve slept with women I’ve met at this bar. I’ve had fun, but it’s been nothing serious. Lisa is looking for more of the same.”
“And you’re not?”
He rubbed his hands down her back. “No. I’m definitely
