Justin walked over, lifting the delicate lace curtain.
Through the soft glow of the night, he saw Haley tilting her head back, drinking red wine.
Concern immediately filled his voice.
“Don’t drink too much. It’s bad for your health.”
“That’s none of your business.”
Her words carried the careless defiance of someone slightly tipsy, her tone hazy and unfocused.
The words slipped out before she had a chance to think.
Only after she spoke did she fully register who was standing in front of her.
Her eyes sharpened with caution.
“How did you get in?”
Justin was briefly stunned but quickly came up with a reply.
“I knocked. You let me in.”
Had she mistaken him for someone else?
Was she so out of it that she let him in without realizing who he was?
His gaze drifted to the small table, where an almost-empty bottle of wine sat.
“Stop drinking. You’ll get a headache in the morning, and your stomach will hurt when you sleep.”
He reached out, intending to take
