Delaney POV
After dinner, Scarlett and I went to a small cocktail bar.
There weren’t many people inside.
Soft music played in the background, and the dim lighting made the whole place feel relaxed and easygoing.
We’d known each other for more than twenty years, so running out of things to say had never been a problem.
We talked until our cheeks hurt from laughing, and we drank far more than we probably should have.
The problem was that Scarlett hadn’t been drinking for very long.
By the time I noticed, a faint flush had spread across her cheeks, and her eyes had gone slightly unfocused.
I hadn’t paid much attention at first.
The lights were low, and someone was performing on the small stage, so I’d been watching the singer while absentmindedly nursing my drink.
Then I felt
