Page 29 of Chance of Romance
She cocked her head. “Is that a problem for you?”
His brows scrunched together in confusion. He had no idea what she was talking about.
“Olivia?” Jake asked. “The one from college?”
Sabrina chugged her wine.
“Yeah, we reconnected recently,” Logan said, tearing his gaze from Sabrina. “You know, it’s long distance, she’s out in San Francisco, so I didn’t tell anyone about it. Kind of wait and see where things go.”
“I remember her from your graduation,” Jake said. “High-strung.”
“She’s not high-strung,” Logan said. “Just high energy.”
Jake shrugged.
Sabrina ran her fingers through her hair, making it look sex tousled. He stared at the bar, anything but looking at the sexy picture she made.
She spoke again, her voice much louder than usual. “I sure hope you can work things out with Olivia, Logan. I really, really do. Logan and Olivia. That’s nice how your names are almost palindromes, L-o, O-l.” No, they weren’t, and she seemed a little too enthusiastic about the whole thing.
“Do you really, really hope that?” he asked dryly.
“Yes!” She poked his arm. “Ooh, call her right now and I’ll tell her too.”
“Sabrina, I think I should drive you home now.”
“What! Why?”
“Because you’re drunk.”
She leaned close, smiling, her honey and flowers scent surrounding him, making him desperate to taste. “And you’re in a relationship. I’m not! But nobody cares because I’m the relationship expert!”
Her brown eyes were glassy, but this was the closest she’d ever been. A sharp tug of need had him leaning back. “Except you’re not an expert, are you?” She’d said she’d had a committed relationship a long time ago. She was twenty-six, so he was willing to bet it was her one and only relationship. She hadn’t been involved with anyone since. At least she’d never mentioned an ex.
“But I sound like one on TV!” she sang. “Claire has set me up good. All the hosts know her, all of them got the heads-up that we’re friends, and all the questions will be so-o-o easy.” She pounded the bar. “More Decadence, please!”
“Coming right up,” Marcus said, pouring her another glass.
Logan stepped in. “Sabrina, you’re going to get sick. How many glasses do you usually have?”
She slowly blinked at him. “I leave tomorrow for LA. Claire says you’ll be in San Francisco by Thursday, so wave at me down there.” She spread her hands a few inches apart. “We’ll be this far apart according to Google Maps.”
He couldn’t help but laugh. She was an entertaining drunk. “Okay, I’ll wave to you.”
She held up a finger. “But stop waving on Sunday. That’s when I go home.”
“I go home the following Wednesday, so I’ll wave to you on the East Coast.” He spread his palms wide. “It’s about this far apart on Google Maps.”
She took a swallow of wine and frowned. “I’d better stop. Here, Marcus.” She handed her glass back. “I don’t want to be hungover on the plane.”
Marcus took a sip from her glass, right where she’d sipped, his dark eyes glued to Sabrina.
Sabrina leaned across the bar and whispered loudly to Marcus, “That has my germs.”
Logan slapped a palm on the bar. “He’s flirting with you! God, Sabrina, don’t you even know when someone’s flirting with you?”
Her jaw dropped as she stared at him in shock.
Marcus shook his head at him. Alex and Ty got up and left, Ty slapping a hand on his shoulder as he passed in some kind of brotherly solidarity.
