I sigh. I don’t want to go back to the party. I like it here. But being reckless and stupid isn’t cute and definitely not appropriate for someone approaching thirty. So yeah. I’ll just find one more constellation, then I’ll see if I can stand.
But before I have time to connect the celestial dots, a voice manages to make itself heard over the wind.
“Hello? Are you here?” It’s a deep, male voice, sounding concerned.
“Um, do you mean me?” I call back. I think I hear laughter, but it could be my imagination.
“Yes,” the man replies. “If you were the one passing by my house with a headlamp on your way up the hill earlier?”
“I don’t know which house is yours.” As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I wish I could take them back. Glad I had time to say yet another stupid thing before the e
