“I don’t want to be with Olivia,” I said. “I want to be with you.”
“I don’t believe you!” she snapped. With a huff, she grabbed my wine straight from my hands. “I’m too sober for this.”
At once, she downed the drink.
Olivia outstretched her hand as if to stop her, but then immediately snapped it back.
When the glass was empty, Amber dropped it down on the desktop with a clatter. It was a miracle the glass didn’t shatter.
Amber’s POV
I was tipsy from the Rum Runner and the extra shot, but I was still too sober to be having this tired old argument with Julian. That was why I had downed that glass of wine.
I thought it would help. Yet, after a moment, and then too, the alcohol seemed to hit me like a freight train. I started to wobble. Julian quickly reached forward, grabbing my ar
