“Really…please go ahead. At least start nibbling so you can get something in your stomach and slow the absorption of all those drinks you had.”
“But--” “We don’t need you getting any drunker, Sable. I may be tall, but I’m not tall enough to pull you down from one of the chandeliers in this ballroom if you somehow wind up swinging from one while I’m gone.”
Tickled by his joke, I laughed and said fine. “I’ll start nibbling.”
Revealing straight white teeth, Paul gave me a grin that made my insides even more jelly-like than they’d already become. “Good.”
He headed back to the buffet, and after deconstructing a swan-shaped linen napkin in order to cover my lap with it, I began tucking into a little heap of silver-dollar cra……
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