Tracey crinkled her nose as he took another shot. Her brain was still reeling from the three shots she'd already given it. What had she been thinking? She wasn't twenty-two any more. But a wager was a wager, and there was no way in hell she was riding that damn horse bareback.
Picking up her own shot glass, she downed it, turned it over and set it on the bar top before giving a very flourished tap on her nose with her finger. Then she grinned. "I've been doing this since I was sixteen, Theo. I just never could really do it in school. Only so many rules we could break in one go."
He brushed her hair back, and she took in a quiet breath through her nose, her eyes flickering up to his. Perhaps it was the alcohol, but the innocent touch burned at her skin like wildfire. She swallowed and looked away. She had a boyfriend, even if he could be an insufferable swot.
At his question, she shrugged and glanced over at Stephen. "Oh, if I had my way, I would be preparing to spend my summer in Africa. One hundred-twenty degrees and desert is somehow preferable to being here," God, if only he knew how much. She still hadn't told her secret to anyone, and it made making eye contact with Pansy next to impossible.
"But someone wanted to try and get lucky with your friend over there, so no new jobs probably until the new year." She rolled her eyes and looked back at him. "Apparently, from what I'm told, their flirtation has been going on forever, and is simply intolerable."