She tried to swipe the hair off her face so she could see him, but her hands didn’t seem to be cooperating with the signals from her brain. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“You said I could stay here to work on our product. The last thing you need is to babysit me.”

“How is this babysitting? We were going to the same place, so I took you home.”

She scowled. “You carried me to bed.”

“It was just quicker than waiting for you to get here on your own.”

“You know what’s funny?” Her cheek rested on her hands, and she looked so sweet he wanted to lie down beside her and—

Shit. Never mind. “What?”

“Partying seems way more fun in books and movies than it actually is.”

“I’ve never been drunk, so I can’t say, but it doesn’t look all that fun.”

“You’ve never been drunk? But you’re…”

“I’m what?”

“You and your brothers…you’re like party animals.”

“We have a lot of fun, just not with booze. You’ve never been drunk before?”

“My father’s not only the prince, but he’s Head of State. I can’t have pictures of me dancing on tables and tossing my knickers on the bar.”

“Is that what they do in St. Christophe? Toss panties on the bar? That sounds pretty disgusting, actually.”

“Isn’t that what they do? Did I get it wrong?”

“You’re thinking about Coyote Ugly, where the women dance on the bar and toss their bras on the chandelier?”

“Yes, that.” Looked like she tried to lift her hand to point at him. “What’s wrong with my arm?”

“It’s weighed down by all that tequila.”

“I don’t think I’m as drunk as I am exhausted.” She let out a long-suffering sigh. “I’m so tired, Brodie.”

“The pitcher of margaritas didn’t help.”

Again, she tried to blow the hair out of her eyes. “I only had three glasses.”

Dammit. He couldn’t stand it a second longer. He strode back to the bed and brushed her bangs aside. When they slipped back down, he tucked them behind her ears. “You drinking to forget the two assholes who done you wrong?”

Both arms flopped on the white duvet. “No. I already took back my power. It’s not about the douchenozzle.”

“Douchenozzle? That sounds like something Skylar would say.”

“I’m interesting. I’m plenty interesting.”

“So, did you have fun tonight?”

A slow smile lit her face. “I did, but I didn’t need the booze to have fun.” She moaned. “I’m sorry.”

“Quit apologizing. You can’t work on anything until your supplies come, so in the meantime you can relax. Don’t worry about anything here. If you want to get sloppy, we’ve got your back.”