“Well, this is royally awkward,” Reed said with a laugh, running his fingers through his hair. “Do I need to get ten guys and go try to pry him off her? Do you think she’s okay?”
I shrugged, holding up the bottle of whiskey. “She seemed weirdly clear, and she didn’t drink much of this.”
“Yeah, her metabolism has probably already burned that off. Well… They’re both consenting adults. They might wake up with regrets tomorrow, but if they’re not drunk…”
I shrugged. I wouldn’t have let her leave with anybody if I weren’t sure she was sober and clear. “Maybe this was the push they needed to stop fighting…” or to spark something new.
I would be happy for her, if so. She’d taken it so hard when her ex Marcus had left.
He shook his head slowly. “Want me to take that back to the bar?”
“Sure.”
