“Rocky is not my boyfriend. He’s tiny.” She held her hand just slightly above the pavement. “He’s complicated, means well, and is very snuggly. I miss him.” Lauren sighed wistfully.

Aha. An undefined love interest who was apparently very small. This was complicated, indeed. Lauren was right.

“He’s also a really good dog. Mostly.”

Carly froze on her way up the walk. “He’s a dog? Rocky is a dog?”

Lauren laughed. “Yeah. What did you think he was? A hamster? Hamsters are no Dolph Lundgren.”

“You’re going to have to explain that one later,” Carly said, watching Lauren try three times to pull her keys from her bag. “Here. Let me do that.”

“You are really nice tonight.” Lauren leaned against the brick and stared at Carly, who felt Lauren’s gaze boldly roam her body. It sent a flash of heat all over. “God, you’re pretty, Carly Daniel. Just like the movies. No. More.” A pause. “Maybe you should come in after all.”

Damn it. Lauren might actually be into her, and because she was too drunk to decide, Carly couldn’t do a damn thing about it. “I think I’ll just get you in there safely and take off.”

“Okay, if that’s what you want. Is that what you want? You’re free to say, you know.”

Carly chuckled, just as the key turned in the door. She opened it for Lauren and stepped back. “If I went after what I wanted, this night would end very differently than it’s about to. Not that you’ll necessarily remember all of this conversation tomorrow.”

“Right? The world is a little…spinny, which is the most fun word. Spinny.” A pause as she marveled at the sound. “Spinny, spinny, spinny.” Carly laughed. Lauren was cute and made her smile. “Thank you for seeing me home safely, Supergirl. I’m going to drink water and sleep, okay?”

“Sounds like a great idea to me. Maybe the spinning will stop.”

Lauren walked past Carly into her home, paused, walked back out, and stared at her with those luminous green eyes. She didn’t say a word.

“Lauren? You okay?”