Her voice was pure smoothness, the alcohol in her voice. He knew it was, even if he had not seen her before that moment, even if he hadn't seen her at all and only heard those words. This was Tracey. She hated talking sober.
When he turned, Zach ground his teeth behind his closed lips for a moment. And he became very glad Tracey was a girl. A feminine looking one at that. Otherwise, he didn't know. It would have been a lot harder to resist. That was one thing in his favor.
"What did you want to talk about?" Zach asked. He could guess. But she had to say it. Tracey had to say it. Or else, no, the conversation might as well not happen at all. If couldn't specify, it wasn't happening.