Who Next

Honey found herself taking steps two at the time as she made her way up the staircase that lead to the elegant penthouse that she called home. The late hour and darkness that made it hard to see beyond her nose didn't lessen the spring in her step.

The spring had less to do with spending the last three hours with Don (not that the man wasn't a good time) but more to do with the sandy-haired stranger. The boy came back. Precisely as she had expected he would. One kiss was all it took, and she had already started to draw him in.

Honey tossed her keys into the bowl by the door and kicked her shoes off inside the front door. She barely remembered to latch the deadbolt as she went to the kitchen. Her mind was too full of cotton candy kisses and soft green eyes to focus on much else. It had only been one short kiss, but she hadn't been able to get the taste out of her mouth.

She pulled a shot glass from one of the cupboards and grabbed the bourbon from the liquor cabinet. 3 a.m. wasn't th