Damn she was cute. CJ reached out to grasp her wrist and he looked up at her from his seat and said, "No, don't." His smile widened. "I'm just giving you shit, Leah. Why don't you sit down and make yourself comfortable?"
He peeled his fingers from her and lifted his drink to his lips again, watching her over the rim of the glass. Giving her shit was fun but he really didn't want her to go running off. He remembered the last time she'd done that. Who was to say she would come back? "Where'd you say you're dancing? Tomorrow night?" He had a habit of forgetting everything or not paying close enough attention perhaps.
CJ's gaze went briefly to the bed, wondering if he'd remembered to at least toss the sheets back over it after Savannah's visit that morning. Not a bad way to wake up. He grinned to himself then swiped a hand down his face and turned his attention back to Leah.