Clayton’s lips moved slightly, and his eyes flickered. He was about to say something when Nicole continued to speak, “The bar owner was very understanding and called someone for me, but I forgot to label your caller ID, so she called Malcolm. Fortunately, Malcolm didn’t disappoint me. Otherwise, I would’ve gotten drunk for nothing!”

Nicole’s voice was soft. She was a little tipsy, so she leaned her body on his like a soft and delicate rose.

The noise downstairs was ear-splitting, and there was