Forever And A Day (Montana Brides, Book #7)
straight.
    “Do you like me, Jordan?”
    Sarah’s voice purred in his ear. Liking didn’t come close to how he was feeling. She giggled and twisted her hips, dragging a groan from his chest.
    “You’re doing that on purpose.” His voice was deep and husky. He was aroused, so damn hot that he almost did some grinding of his own. But not with Sarah. Not now when she was borderline drunk.
    Her hands slid down his back, dipped below the waist of his jeans. Shit . He tried stepping back, but she held on tight. He reached for her hands. She stumbled, almost sent them toppling to the ground. He imagined her long legs straddling his hips, her body moving up and down. He pushed his fantasy back where it belonged and grabbed her shoulders.
    “You’re going home.”
    Sarah’s bottom lip pouted. “I like it here.”
    “I’m sure you do, but you’ve had too much to drink. I’m taking you home.”
    Her blonde hair drifted across his hands as she swayed in his arms. Jordan wasn’t sure if she was dancing to the music or unsteady on her feet. Either way it was time to get her back to Alex’s ranch.
    “We’re moving now.” He put his arm around her waist and started walking. If he couldn’t get her out the door on her own feet, he’d pick her up and hope for the best.
    They made if as far as the booth she must have been sitting at. Emily, Tess, Debbie, and Jenny stared at them with smiles on their faces.
    “Looks like you’ve got your hands full,” Tess said.
    “I’m not a handful,” Sarah said. “I’m six feet tall in bare feet.” She let go of Jordan and sent Tess a crooked smile. She took a couple of steps toward the booth and swayed.
    Jordan grabbed her waist and hauled her in close. “I’m taking her to Alex’s ranch.”
    Emily frowned. “We can take her home. We were about to go, anyway. Oww.” She looked across the booth and glared at Jenny.
    Jenny sent her an innocent smile. “Jordan has to drive straight past Alex’s ranch. It makes sense for him to take Sarah home.”
    “I know, but…” Emily gave Jenny another odd look, then glanced up at Jordan. “Okay. You take her home. I’ll call her in the morning to see how she’s feeling.”
    Jordan didn’t need a medical degree to know she’d have the mother of all headaches. “You do that. Are you okay driving yourself home?”
    “Sally’s going to pick us up. She had something else to go to in town.”
    Jordan nodded then focused all his energy on Sarah. She’d curled her head against his neck. He shook his shoulder, just in case she’d fallen asleep.
    Her big, blue eyes blinked up at him. “You feel nice.”
    It was all very well Sarah telling him that when they were alone. But with four other females listening, it was downright embarrassing.
    “Let’s go,” he muttered.
    Sarah walked beside him, singing to the latest song playing on the jukebox.
    “I like you, Jordan.”
    “I like you, too.” He nodded toward a couple of guys he knew and kept moving. If he stopped now he’d never get Sarah out of the door. And he needed her home and out of harm’s way. Although whether it was hers or his, he didn’t know.
     
    ***
    Sarah yawned. A great big, in your face yawn that should have locked her jaw in place.
    Jordan glanced across the cab of his truck. “My jacket’s on the floor if you want to go to sleep. Let me know if you’re going to be sick.”
    “Why does everyone think I’m going to be sick?”
    “Maybe because you drunk too much.”
    Sarah muttered something under her breath before yanking his jacket up and bunching it under her head.
    The walk out to the parking lot had sobered her up real fast. By the time they’d reached his truck she’d almost been back to her normal sparkling personality. After sending a quick text on his cell phone, he’d pulled out of the parking lot and headed toward Alex’s ranch.
    “Did you have a good time?” he asked.
    Sarah mumbled something into his jacket, then pushed it aside. “I

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