Page 26 of Revival

I look down into my half-empty glass.

Perhaps I’ve had more to drink than I thought if I’m lettingthosefeelings frolic freely this evening.

“Sorry.” Davide holds his hands up, palms out. His amused expression bounces between the two of us. “I did not know she was your girlfriend.”

Tipping the glass back, I drain my drink. “Wife, or whatever.”

Spencer wraps his thick fingers around my wrist, completely engulfing me in his hold. He leans down until his lips nearly touch my ear. “That’s right,wife.”

The words are for me, but he looks Davide directly in the eye as he says them.

“Whatever.” I roll my eyes. “Thanks for the dance, cutie. I need another drink.”

I start walking away, forcing Spencer to follow.

Being certain to inject an extra sway in my ass for good measure.

We pull up at the bar, and I flag down my favorite bartender. He’s short with close-cropped dark hair and wears the friendliest smile I’ve ever seen in my life. Right now, he’s my favorite person in the world as he keeps me plied with a steady stream of drinks.

“Another margarita?” he asks, flicking an eyebrow up and down.

“Surprise me this time. Something sweet and fun.”

“Like you?”

I lean my elbows on the bar. “Are you calling me sweet and fun?”

The bartender’s eyes flick over my shoulder, most likely in an attempt to interpret Spencer’s fierce scowl.

“Don’t mind him.” I jab my elbow into Spencer’s ribs. “He’s like a bear. Scary on the outside, but inside, he’s stuffed with cotton and nice enough to cuddle. Right, honey?” I bat my eyelashes and find Spencer’s gaze over my shoulder.

His eyes lazily roam my face. “Right.”

“Put away your claws and stop mean-mugging everyone.”

“This is just my face,” he grumbles, jaw rippling as it clenches.

“Try this.” The bartender’s delivery of a neon green shot topped with whipped cream interrupts our banter. The color alone suggests it could have come from a science lab.

“What’s it called?” I tilt the freaky-looking concoction between my lips. A tropical cream flavor explodes on my tongue.

“It’s called a Scooby Snack. And this is for the road.” A frozen yellow drink appears next to my empty glass.

“I like you.” I wag a finger at my new best friend as I suck down the pineapple daiquiri.

“I’ll be here all night.” He winks.

Spencer sighs and rubs his brow, prompting a grin to my lips.

“You found me.”

“This resort only has so many places to get drunk, and I figured you didn’t leave the property.”

With my fresh drink in hand, I spin and survey the club. The floor undulates with a wave of bodies. The beat of something fresh and fast plucks me from my leisure position, urging me back to the dance floor.

“Since you’re ruining my fun, you want to dance?” I yell at Spencer.

“If it’s between me and another guy, you don’t even have to ask.”

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