Chapter 6
“Ready?” he asked gruffly, taking her arm in a tight grip.
“Ow!”
He immediately loosened his fingers. “Sorry. Let's go.”
“What is up with you and your dad?” She swung her head in his direction, trying to see through his set expression.
“There's nothing up with me and Harry.” He helped her traverse the gravel filled driveway in her heels, clicking his tongue every so often when her ankle would twist and he'd have to grab at her to make sure she stayed upright. “What made you think it was such a good idea to drink so much champagne?”
“It seemed like – hic – a good idea – hic – at the time.”
He took off his jacket and draped it around her shoulders, pulling her closer to stop the shivering that had set in. “You know that guy only wants to get into your pants, don't you?
