“Yes, that,” she whispered.
I pulled out of her, cleaned up as best I could with the baby wipes in her purse, then helped her get herself together.
“Tomorrow, I want to show you something.”
She raised an eyebrow. “What more could you possibly show me?”
“Got a few things up my sleeve.” I grinned. “But for now, let’s head back to the party.”
“I want more of that bourbon.”
“I could also hook you up with our very own Willy Wonka if you like gummy bears,” I said, and took her back out to the great room.