Re: Open
“I doubt it. She wasn’t yours to watch tonight, Sweetheart. And I’m the one who taught her to make the snowballs. The worst thing that will happen to that little girl is she’ll be sent to bed. And it looks like not even that’s going to be it, unless she gets herself in more trouble. Which I guess I wouldn’t rule it out.” The grin found its way over his features, quick and easy.
“No?” It had been what he meant, but she made it clear enough that it had been a bad idea, so he reassessed with a look around. “We could find somewhere a little more private if you want. Hey. I’m up here.”
He tapped her chin. Once, then twice. “You don’t need to dance with me, Mel. Well, you do. Just not here. You’ll owe me one or two when we get home again. I didn’t get all dolled up to miss out altogether. I’ve probably had too much to drink to be dancing properly anyway.” He was still quite coherent, but he had been drinking. It was a change. Without Kaylee fretting over it, alcohol had stopped being such a big issue for him.