The sound on approaching footsteps was hard to miss in the large, open space. Kelly lifted her eyes enough to catch sight of the other woman entering the room before returning back to her glasses. If they were a threat, she was at least going to have another shot before things got more serious.
“That obvious,” she asked as she muscled through the burn of the whiskey. It wasn’t really that surprising. Kelly had always struggled with keeping her feelings off he face.
“You’re not a part of some welcome wagon, are you?” Given that was the case, she couldn’t decide if the pajamas would make more or less sense.