Zoë grabbed her hand and dragged her toward the group. Emma hung back as Zoë used a couple of strategically placed elbows to get them closer to the object of everyone’s attention. Zoë pulled Emma roughly and she lost her footing, literally falling into the lap of a guy sitting at the bar.

“Oh god,” She said, scrambling to her feet, her cheeks burning. “I’m so sorry.”

The man looked at her and smiled. “You can fall in my lap anytime,” he said with a ...