“The impression was made long since.” The laughter helped, easing the panic out of her system. “I’d better just have water,” she admitted, looking up. “Anything else and I don’t know what I might do,” she teased. God, he was warm. Once again it was getting hard to remember why she’d said no.
Tony brought his chin from atop her head but kept his arm wrapped around her, only wrapped a little looser now. He nodded to the waiter and tapped the table twice, indicating just a glass of ice water. “Coming up,” he smiled back at Summer. “Alcohol does have a habit of making people do things they wouldn’t do in sound mind…lord knows I’ve been there,” he chuckled again.
“Honestly, it’s irrelevant. I don’t actually like alcohol, but it doesn’t affect my judgment noticeably, either. I’ll do the same things sober as I would drunk. I let a clutch of frat boys dangle me off a balcony once in college, stone sober,” she reminisced. “I was, they weren’t. And they were the good kind, that took my ‘no’ for no and shut up about it. Damn, I miss them.”