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Yep. There was a slight slur to her words.
Then I heard a voice on a mic in the background saying that round two went to Team Fellowship of the Ring. I realized it was Thursday night, trivia night at the Drunk Pelican.
“Stay there, Anna. I’m on my way.”
She was still mouthing off to me when I hung up and hurried for my truck, hightailing it back across town. I’d been minutes from her on Main Street when I left Hale at her studio. Someone was pulling out of a parking spot along the street as I pulled up. I parallel parked then rushed into the bar, still wearing my dirty work clothes and not giving two fucks about it.
Most of the crowd was separated at tables around the stage where the MC was calling out questions. I instantly found Anna at the bar talking to Margot. She was wearing a short summer dress very similar to the one she wore at the last family barbeque. It was loose and showed entirely too much skin and had my fingers itching.
I nodded to Margot as I stepped up. She had both elbows on the bar, forearms folded together as she listened to whatever Anna was saying.
“You Reed?” she asked.
“Yeah.”
“Glad you’re here. She’s going to need a ride home.”
Anna swiveled on her barstool, her legs crossed, giving me a superior look, her nose tipped in the air, her eyes glazed. “Don’t know if I wanna ride home from him. Em was s’posed to come.”
Margot shook her head and said to me, “She’s been drinking martinis for a while now. I cut her off, but I think her friend is a no-show.”
“Come on, Anna.” I offered a hand to help her down. “Let’s get going.”
“Don’t need your help,Reed,” she sassed, which didn’t sting nearly as much with her slurred speech.
But when she hopped down from the stool, she slipped on her sandal. I grabbed her around the waist then scooped her into my arms.
“What do I owe you?” I asked Margot.
She waved me off. “Just get her home safely. As much as she’s been talking my ear off about how mad at you she is, I’d say you’re the one she wants to take care of her.”
The thought of being the one to take care of her, the one she wanted, had my heart racing.
“Thank you,” I told Margot and made my way to the door.
Margot opened it for me. The trivia guests never noticed a thing since they were so focused on the next question about who was Deadpool’s favorite taxi driver.
Anna mumbled something I didn’t hear, her head turned into my shoulder, her arms around my neck. When the noise died down out on the street, I realized she was sniffing my shirt.
“Damn, why do you smell so good?” she asked, burying her nose in my nasty work shirt.
“Anna,” I laughed. “I smell like sweat and dirt.”
“No, no, no.” She shook her head, glassy eyes looking up at me. “You smell like heaven. Sometimes, when I’m at your house, I want to steal a bunch of your clothes, take them home, spread them on my bed, and roll around on them.”
“Uh.” I didn’t know what to say to that, but it was somehow making me hard.
What the hell was happening?
“Naked,” she added, trailing a finger along my jaw. “I wanna roll in them naked.”
Fuck me.
“Why is your jaw so perfect?”
“You’re drunk, sweetheart.”
“Yeah. But you know what? When you’re drunk, it only makes you say the things you wanna say but won’t because of natural inbihitions. I mean, inhibitions.” She giggled, her head lolling against my chest as I stepped up to my truck.
