SPECIAL CHAPTER: SARAH MORGAN

I needed another drink. That was my excuse anyway. The truth was I needed space from watching Ciara work the room like she'd been doing it her whole life.

"I'm going to grab another drink. You two want anything?"

"I'm good," Ciara said, and Pippa shook her head.

I weaved through the crowd toward the refreshment table, grateful for the excuse to get away. The punch was sickeningly sweet, but I ladled another cup anyway and took a long sip. The alcohol burned a ...