“Happy?”
“Yeah, it’s weird.”
“Bitch.” I poked my tongue out at her. It felt weird, tingly and numb.
“Oh, it’s a good look. But I guess I’m surprised after earlier. With Zane.”
“Nope. Not listening. La la la la la.” Clutching the stuffed bear to my chest, I spun around, refusing to give Zane Washington even one iota of space in my mind.
“Is she okay?” Miles asked.
“I’m fine, you guys.”
It was a good night. Everything felt easy and breezy and the balmy air felt so good kissing my skin. I tipped my face to the night sky, sucking in a deep breath, letting it roll through me.
“Maybe we should go,” Celeste said.
“Go? But it’s early.”
She studied me. “How much did you have to drink?”
“Like two beers.”
“Just two?”
“Yeah. You were right there.”
“And you didn’t take anything else?”
“Like what?” I balked, not liking the accusatory tone in her voice.
“Pills?”
“Just my usual meds…”
“Maybe you’re having a reaction.”
“Would you relax? I’m not having a reaction to anything. I’m fine. Fine.” I flung my arms out and the stuffed bear fell to the ground. “Oops.” I giggled, bending down to scoop it up. But the world spun and I swayed, almost falling on my ass.
Come to think of it, I did feel a little tired. Maybe I could lay on the ground and stare up at the stars and—
“Okay, we’re taking you home.” Celeste grabbed my hand, steadying me.
“Don’t be such a spoilsport, Mom,” I slurred a little.
“Miles, some help.”
He bent down to pick the bear up. “Come on, Harleigh, let’s get you home.”
I laced my arm through his and rested my head on his shoulder. “You’re a good guy, Miles Mulligan.”
“Uh, thanks, I think.”
“The two of you would make a cute couple. You should ask Celeste out. I bet she’d say yes.”
“I… uh, maybe we can talk about this another time?” he said, flicking his eyes past me.
“Oh crap. Did I say that out loud? Did Celeste hear me?” I glanced around and grimaced, mouthing, ‘Sorry.’