Marie thought about this for a moment. “I’ll Facetime with these two on the way back.”
“Are you sure?” It wasn’t the greatest of plans, but Jenna didn’t have the energy to keep arguing.
“Trust me. You can never underestimate the buddy system in a place like this.”
“Fine.” Jenna swayed a bit before righting herself. She licked her lips, which felt much fuller than normal. “But I’ll pay for the…ride.”
“Deal.” Marie looked at the other two nurses. “You two stay here and stay together, okay? I’ll be back in a flash.”
“You got it,” one responded while the other nodded.
“Come on.”
Following Marie’s lead, Jenna stumbled toward the club’s entrance. With her head on a swivel, she glanced around the crowd in search of the man she’d been dancing with. She found him back at the end of the bar, and he was staring at her intently.
Welp, he looks pissed.
Just as well. It wasn’t like she’d planned to do anything with him, anyway. There was only one man she wanted…and she’d sent him away.
God, what is it about him?
Hard as she tried—and she’d been trying like hell all week—her mind refused to depart the Adrian train. Her heart was even worse, constantly aching with regret she shouldn’t feel.
Jenna didn’t understand the pull she felt toward the frustrating man. It wasn’t like he was looking for anything more than a quick lay. Hell, the only reason he’d come here at all was because Gabe had asked him to.
“I can’t believe you wanted to leave.” Marie’s low whistle from the passenger side of the back seat was a welcome distraction. “That guy you were dancing with was smokin’ hot.”
“He was…s’kay, I guess.”
Jenna’s slurring had gotten drastically worse in the last few minutes. Not only that, her lips and fingertips had begun to feel tingly, and she had to fight the urge to close her eyes.
Why do I feel so sleepy?
“Okay?” Marie looked over at her like she was crazy. “Girl, you would’ve had to peel me off of him if I’d been the one dancing with him. If I wasn’t already happily married, that is.”
Marie continued talking, some story about her husband who was back home in Missouri with the kids, but Jenna could barely make out what she was saying. Leaning her head against the cool glass of her window, she let her eyelids close and tried to ease the spinning in her head.
“Jenna?” Maire nudged her. “Hey, are you okay?”
“Hmm?” She peeled her eyes open and faced her friend. Marie’s concerned face blurred in and out of focus.
“How much did you say drank tonight?”
“Jus…two.”
Why couldn’t she speak clearly? And why did she suddenly feel as if she was going to either pass out or throw up?
Something’s off. You shouldn’t feel this out of it from two drinks.
“Look at me.”
She did.
“Shit, Jenna.” Marie’s brows scrunched closer together. “Your pupils are the size of saucers. Did you take something?”
“Did I…what?”
“Drugs.” The other woman cupped Jenna’s face to hold her head still. Staring into her eyes with a nurse’s assessing glance, Marie spoke more sternly. “I’m asking if you took drugs.”