I make my way to the open bar and lean against it to watch. The bartender offers to make me a drink, and I ask for two whiskey sours. I never had strong feelings about that cocktail one way or another until Hannah, but now it’s the only thing I want. As he mixes our drinks, I gaze across the room as she continues to make the rounds. She smiles brightly, laughing and nodding along with what people are saying, and I can see the way people lean in toward her, drawn in by her bright presence.

I know she doesn’t want it, but it strikes me that she’d make one hell of a lawyer. Just from watching the way she has the people here eating out of the palm of her hand, I have no doubt she’d be just as amazing at getting a jury to believe anything she told them.

This woman could charm the devil himself.

The thought makes me smile because it’s true. And the best part is that she’s not even trying. This is why she’s a great yoga teacher too—because she makes people feel like the center of the universe when she focuses on them. She makes them feel seen. I’ve been amazed with and by her since the moment I met her, but watching her now makes me realize just how incredible she is in so many ways.

“Your whiskey sours, sir,” the bartender says, sliding two amber drinks across the bar.

“Thanks,” I reply, leaving a generous tip before picking them up.

Hannah is across the room, talking to a woman about her age with long, curly hair. I make my way through the crowd, careful not to spill the drinks as I navigate around groups of future attorneys. When she notices me approaching, her eyes light up, and I catch a glimpse of the same heat that filled her eyes when I had her spread out on her bed—a reminder that she’s still simmering from earlier.

“Perfect timing,” she says, accepting her drink with a grateful smile. “Declan, this is Stevie, my best friend since undergrad.”

I politely shake hands with the woman beside her. “Nice to meet you.”

Stevie looks me up and down with a knowing smirk. “The pleasure’s all mine.”

She shoots Hannah a glance, and Hannah immediately blushes. Clearly, she’s been telling Stevie about us—which only makes my grin widen. I’m happy to know that I’ve become such a big part of her life that her friends know who I am.

“So Declan,” Stevie says, sipping her champagne, “Hannah tells me you’ve been teaching her some… flexibility moves of your own.”

“Stevie!” Hannah hisses, nearly choking on her whiskey sour.

I laugh, enjoying the playful dynamic between them. “I’d say we’re both pretty good teachers.”