NINETEEN
On opening her eyes, it took Poppy a second to orient herself. Bed. She was in bed, her bed… and she wasn’t alone. Full of trepidation, her eyes widened before her head moved on the pillow to see who was lying next to her.
Pink and blonde hair trailed from her pillow to the one at the other side of the bed: Charley.
Oh, God, there were cocktails. Naught closed up and they were still there… just her, Charley, Naught, and Ritchie. How had that happened? How had they ended up behind the bar mixing their own drinks? No, Charley was mixing them and both of them were drinking.
Then there was dancing. Where were they…
The party room. There were lights in the party room. Twinkly lights, and a sound system…
Her hand went to her forehead. She’d never had a night like that. Never had a
