She'd already had quite a bit to drink, and after a few more glasses, her head was spinning.
Her fair cheeks were red and hot. Perhaps the alcohol was kicking in. She reached up and touched them.
They were playing the guessing game again. A rush of warm breath brushed against the back of her ear. "I guess four."
Georgia Thorne's head was swimming. She tilted her neck back to look at the handsome face so close to hers and called out the same number.
She didn't know if it was her imagination or not, but she felt as if she and Elliot Sheridan were pressed closer and closer together. She felt hot all over.
So hot she wanted to strip off her clothes.
Georgia wanted to tell Elliot to move away a little, to not be so close. It was just too hot.
But then she remembered that they hadn't said a single word to each other all day. Elliot had even pretended not to know her.
She pursed her lips in anger and said nothing, consciously shifting closer to Nancy Hughes.
