She leaned back and accepted the glass with a small shot from Toby, clinking glasses when the boys offered them up.
“To friends,” Toby said with a wink. “Old and new.”
“Who are you calling old?” Drew asked.
“To friends,” Emma said, elbowing Drew. “Hot and hot.”
“To friends,” Drew said dryly. “Even when they’re smart-asses.”
She twisted around so she could stick her tongue out at them before they all did their shots. It was better tequila than she was used to and she was able to keep her gasp to a bare minimum. She snuggled down into Drew’s lap, throwing her legs over the side of the chair, tucking her head into his shoulder. His arm wrapped around her shoulders, holding her securely, his other hand resting on her leg where he made idle strokes with his thumb. Perfect, so perfect just
