Roger stared, momentarily stunned, as Lily laughed at him like he was the one being ridiculous.
"You think I'm drunk?" she said, all sass and stubborn pride. "Please. One glass doesn't even scratch my sanity."
He didn't respond right away. Mostly because he was too busy watching her stumble to the left while confidently dragging him to the right.
He furrowed his brow. "Uh-huh."
She marched forward like she had something to prove—until her heel caught the edge of the pavement. She wobbled, flailed, and barely caught herself. He reached out instinctively, steadying her.
Roger bit back a laugh. "Fully sane, huh?"
"Tipsy," she muttered, lifting her chin like that somehow defended her case. "But totally functional."
Right.
He let her take another step just for the fun of it before shaking his head and moving in. With one arm behind her knees and the other around her back, he scooped her up in one smooth motion.
