“And how am I going to get home if I have a few wines at your house?”

That goddamn alluring smile, the one that set Kelly’s insides on fire, slid onto Lucy’s face. “Are you asking me to sleepover?”

The thought hadn’t occurred to Kelly, until that moment. Rather than assume anything she gave an open-ended answer.

“If you drink too much you might have to. I guess that’s up to you.” Kelly ran her thumb over the back of Lucy’s hand, trying not to imagine tying her wrists to the headboard.

When Lucy didn’t move, just stared right into Kelly’s eyes, guilt gnawed at Kelly’s conscience.

“Look, Lucy.” Kelly pushed a stray lock of Lucy’s raven black hair off her face. “I promise I won’t do anything without your consent. If we only end up talking, I’m okay with that. If you want more, I’m absolutely onboard with that.”

A jolt of white hot desire pulsed between Kelly’s legs when Lucy put her hand on Kelly’s bare thigh. The heat of her palm reflected the fire in Lucy’s eyes.

“I didn’t stop you that night, Kelly. And I don’t intend to start now. What we did was wrong, but we can’t turn back time.”

Kelly hated that Lucy felt responsible for something she had no part in. Well she had a big part in it but not by choice. “What I did,” Kelly said, taking responsibility for her actions.

“Don’t play coy, Kelly.” There was a smile in Lucy’s voice.

Suddenly, a thought slammed into Kelly like a runaway cattle truck. Lucy didn’t stop her despite slipping her wrists free. Not only that, she’d also made a joke about having her panties stuffed in her mouth.

At long last, the weight Kelly had been carrying lifted off her shoulders.

She reached across the table and snagged the stem of Lucy’s wine glass “Here.” She handed the glass to Lucy. “Finish your milk.”

Like an obedient child, Lucy drank the last of her wine and soda.

Feeling like a giddy teenager, Kelly drained the dregs of her beer, rubbed her tummy, and burped.

The woman at the next table smirked. Her male companion scowled. The look on his face as good as said, “That wasn’t very lady like.”

Kelly couldn’t help but wonder if he would’ve given her the thumbs up if she’d been wearing her motorcycle boots, black jeans, and leather jacket.

His eyes almost bugged out of his head when Lucy entwined her fingers with Kelly’s and whispered none too quietly, “Let’s get out of here. You look better out of that dress than in it.”

Light glimmered off the woman’s wedding band as she handed her husband a napkin. “Wipe your chin, darling, you’re drooling.” She winked at Kelly and Lucy. “Have a nice night, ladies.”