“Margo, go get a bottle of water and drink it then get another one and drink it, dammit,” Heath barked at his sister then glanced at me to make sure I was okay before turning toward Chip. “Sorry, Margo’s drunk. Ignore her,” he apologized, but Chip didn’t appear to know how to respond. I didn’t either. This was just awkward. I gave Chip an apologetic smile. I bet he wanted to get out of here now, too.

Heath turned back to me. “Come on,” he muttered and took my arm again. I thought about tugging it free when I realized he was walking us toward the door. My exit. Hooray! I just needed my purse.

“My purse is in Margo’s room,” I told him, before we got too far away.

“Don’t move,” he replied, then sprinted for her door and was back in less than a minute. I had kept my attention on him, instead of looking around to see who was watching me. Heath was back so soon I had no time to feel curious gazes leveled on me. He put my purse on my shoulder then placed a hand on my back on our way to the door. If he could shove me out of it to get me out quicker, I was beginning to think he would. That thought made me smile.

When the door closed behind us, he took my arm to turn me around to face him. His expression was filled with concern. “Are you okay?” he asked, clearly upset.

“Uh, yeah, I’m fine,” I assured him. He appeared more worked up about this than necessary. Margo was the only thing he needed to worry about.

“Margo shouldn’t have said that.” He sounded angry again.

“She’s drunk. It’s fine. No biggie.” I shrugged. I didn’t care if a bunch of strangers thought I wasn’t into guys. I had no problem with it.

“That’s something for you to share. Not Margo.” He was saying this as if I needed to be reassured of it. I thought about his words a second and took in the concern in his eyes, and it slowly sunk in. Why he was so worked up…

“Heath, do you think I’m into girls?” I asked, trying not to laugh. He was upset because he thought Margo had just tossed me out of the closet. His anger made sense now.

He didn’t respond right away. He was frowning at me and studying me closely. I let him think it through, saying nothing. Not laughing at him was hard and the smile that was pulling at my lips was difficult to hold back.