Ford wrapped his arms around Bell, pressing his lips to her neck. I ignored the flare of jealousy at the tender ease they shared. He drew her closer against him. “Well, I would’ve paid good money to see this, so thanks for making it happen for free.”

Ford held out a fist to Crosby, who bumped it. I growled at both of them. “I’ll dump the remnants of these drinks on your head if you’re not careful.”

Ford held up both hands as he backed up. “Been there, done that, no desire to do it again.”

Bell blushed. “Sorry about that. Again.”

I snorted. The man had deserved it. Sure, he’d made up for the pain he’d caused in the months that followed his return to Anchor, but in my book, Ford still deserved a few more dunkings. Maybe I was just the person to do it.

Crosby tightened his hold on me. “I see that evil glint in your eyes. Don’t even think about it.”

I turned to face him, giving exaggerated Bambi eyes. “Who, me?”

He shivered. “You scare me, woman.”

“Good.”

Bell clapped, bringing my attention back to her. “Okay, what are you going to try first?”

I surveyed the drinks in front of me and winced. There was every size, shape, and color, and none of them looked all that appetizing. Well, maybe the fruity one looked okay. I pointed at that one.

Bell slid it forward on the bar. “How very Sex in The City of you.”

“Cosmo?”

“Yup. I think you’ll like it.”

I lifted the martini glass, examining its contents.

Crosby let out an exasperated sigh. “It’s not going to bite you, just take a drink already.”

“I’m looking for the poison you might’ve slipped in.”

Bell laughed while Ford choked. “You two are my favorite sideshow.”

I rolled my eyes and took a sip. Sweet. Crisp. I took another drink. “This is good.”

“Told you,” Bell said.

Crosby crowded in close. “Just pace yourself, you’ve got nine others to try.”

I took another sip, a larger one this time. “I’m not a child, Crosby, I know what I can handle.”

“It’s true,” Bell chimed in. “I’ve only seen her drunk once in my entire life, and it was actually more like tipsy.”

Crosby scoffed. “Come on, you must have had at least one college bender.”