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“I need to take a leak,” Mase replies as he leaves his bottle on the table and walks away.
“Looks like we have a lot to catch up on,” Lucien says. “Damn, it’s good to be home.”
Jessica waves, catching my attention, and I grab Noah’s hand. “Excuse us, we’re being summoned.”
I hear a round of wolf whistles behind us, but I ignore them in favour of the woman who now has our undivided attention.
Chapter Thirty
NOAH
I don’t remember the last time I danced like this or if ever.
But honestly, getting hot and sweaty with Jessica and Caleb, I’m able to forget about my upcoming surgery, the fear and worry over whether it’s successful or if the cancer has spread.
But I refuse to stop living in the moment, something about this really brought home to me how precious life is. It’s not that I didn’t know it before, but it just shows how you have to enjoy the small moments because they mount up and make lasting memories.
Even though both me and Caleb have been drinking, we still have our wits about us. Having Jessica with us, we want to know she’s safe. She can get as drunk as she likes as long as she’s safe.
“Have you had a good night?” I ask her, leaning down to speak loudly into her ear as we wait for Caleb to return from the toilet.
“It’s been perfect,” she replies, her words slightly slurred as Avery wraps her arm around Jessica’s back.
“Of course it has,” Avery says as she wobbles. I glance down to her bare feet.
“Where are your shoes?” I ask.
She points her thumb over her shoulder towards the wall. “My feet were hurting,” she whines.
“So, where are your foldable ballet shoes?” Jessica asks, sounding a lot less drunk than Avery.
She frowns. “Here,” Jessica untangles herself from Avery and steers her in my direction. “Let me see if Lily has her bag.”
“Come on, let’s sit down before you step on something you shouldn’t.”
She slumps against my shoulder. “Thanks, Caleb.”
I laugh at her getting us mixed up. I don’t even sound like him, but I just nod as I lead her over to the bench by the table and ease her into sitting down before crouching in front of her.
A bottle of water appears over my shoulder, and I take it and unscrew the lid.
“Thanks.”
“Is she okay?” Mason asks, his voice concerned.
I bring the bottle to Avery’s mouth, but she just shakes her head. “I’m tired,” she slurs.
Pushing to my feet, I stand up and look around for Jessica.
“I think it’s time to call it a night,” I say.
Mason agrees, taking my place and reaching for Avery’s chin. “Hey, Siren, you ready to leave?”
Her lips curve into a wonky smile as she nods, and her eyelids flutter closed, her head drooping forward.
Mason moves before I have time to stop him. He reaches down and lifts Avery into his arms. “I’ll meet you downstairs in the limo. Can you have the girls grab her stuff?”
I nod and watch as she wraps her arm around his neck, nuzzling into his chest, and I swear I hear him say, “You like me well enough when you’re drunk, huh, Siren?”
