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Loyal leaned sideways to see behind her, his gut clenching at the idea of her having souy in there with her “I didn’t realize you had company”

“I don’t”

He shifted his narrowed gaze back to her as she took a drink Maybe she’d been on the phone before he knocked

Or talking to

spirits

Who the hell knoith people like her

“Moe” A little jerk of the basket drew her gaze down to his arms

“A” She se and look inside “Your mom’s the best”

“Easy,” he warned when the weight of her hand threatened to topple everything to the floor “This thing is heavy Let me put it on the table”

She stepped aside, and he walked inside to set it down He expected her to follow, but turned to find her topping off her glass When she set the wine bottle down, it was half-eripped the neck of the bottle to steady herself

“How lasses of that have you had?” he asked

“This is number two—and a half Cheers” She raised the nearly over-flowing glass in salute before putting it to her lips

“Wow You’re a lightweight if you’re drunk off two glasses”

She scrunched up her nose “I’m not drunk I’m just…tippy”

His gaze lingered on her mouth, her bottom lip wet and shiny from her last drink “You mean tipsy?”