She nodded, grabbed the material of Carly’s shirt with one hand, and kissed her. Well, hello. Carly didn’t have time to think, to stop Lauren, because her body had taken the lead and had elbowed wisdom in its boring face. It was a simple kiss, but Lauren’s mouth was warm and wonderful, and she tasted a little like mango. Her tongue touched Carly’s lower lip and made her shiver. When Lauren stepped back and steadied herself with an arm to the doorjamb, all Carly could do was blink and smile. Well, that was settled. Not straight. Lauren Prescott was one hundred percent not straight. This was big. This was a victory, but it also had to be over for tonight. Lauren was drunk. Not that she could articulate that at this point. Carly, on the other hand, reveled. She bit her lower lip and let her tongue run over the same spot Lauren’s had, still tasting the sweetness from Lauren’s lips.

Finally, when her language skills drifted back to her, she passed Lauren a soft smile. “You certainly know how to say good night to a girl.”

Lauren grinned. “I just…wanted to. Oh, man. I’m going to regret that tomorrow, aren’t I?”

Carly backed up down the walk a few steps, her lips still pleasantly buzzing. “I think this is when we wait and find out.” She pointed at Lauren. “Drink some water. Pop a couple Advil, and I’ll see you at rehearsal.”

Chapter Four

What the hell had she done? That was the question of the day, and it played over and over in Lauren’s brain from the second she opened her eyes the next morning. Her head throbbed like someone was beating a bass drum inside her skull, but she couldn’t pay that any attention, because somehow she’d kissed Carly Daniel on the steps of her home, and if her memory served correctly, it had been really, really good.

“Lauren, are we going from act one, scene three, or are we starting at the top?”

She blinked, not at all thinking about a pair of full, kissable lips beneath hers that never should have been there. Trip was speaking to her. Had it been important? She had no clue because she was too busy reliving a kissing scene from a movie starring Carly Daniel, only it wasn’t a movie. It was her own life. “I’m sorry. What?”

“Rehearsal setup? We go in half an hour, and I was double-checking where Ethan wanted to begin. Did you chat with him?”

“Oh. Yes, top of the show. Sorry.”

“It’s okay. You in there? You need a Red Bull or twelve?” He touched her shoulder lightly as he passed.

She laughed ruefully. “I’ll take the twelve. Just a crazy weekend.”

“Oh, right. The Carly thing. Wow.”