“You will let me help you before it gets to that, right?” he asked seriously.
“I will let you know if I’m desperate, but I am sure I’ll be okay,” I said. “Thank you so much for listening to me go crazy. And keeping me from killing the man. I never thought myself to be a violent person, but after today, I might need to rethink that.”
“You’ve had a rough day.”
I felt the warmth in my cheeks and knew the tequila was hitting. My ears were burning. “I’m having a much better day now.” I grinned.
I leaned forward and grabbed his face. I laid one on him. It was probably a little sloppy, but clean kisses were no fun. He gently pushed me back. “I should go,” he whispered.
I reached for his crotch. “Stay.”
“As much as I would like to stay, you’re a little drunk and you’ve had a rough day,” he said. “I couldn’t forgive myself if I took advantage of that state. I’ll see you tomorrow. Keep your door locked.”
“I will.”
He got to his feet and looked at Kona. “You take care of her.”
Kona barked once. “No more tequila,” he warned.
“Yes, sir,” I said.