Elodie's POV
I stare determinedly at the condensation building on my glass, willing my expression to stay neutral, though every nerve in my body feels tuned to the man now sitting far too close beside me in this booth.
Of all the places he could have turned up tonight.
'Right,' Lena announces, clapping her hands together as the waiter arrives with a fresh tray of drinks. 'I took the liberty of ordering something a bit more fun than wine. Don't judge me.'
She slides brightly coloured cocktails across the table, and Murphy picks his up immediately, sniffing it with theatrical suspicion. 'What exactly is in this?'
'Rum, a little pineapple, and something the bartender called "just trust me,"' Lena says, entirely unbothered. 'Bottoms up.'
Murphy takes a cautious sip, then brightens consid
