"No, thanks." There was only one thing I craved these days and it wasn't some new drug. I rummaged in my small backpack purse for my hair clip to twist my sweaty locks into a loose chignon (and give Ro better access to kiss his way down my neck) when I noticed Naomi staring. "Yes?"

"Nothing." She turned away, reapplying her sheer lip gloss. "You said we were going for a drink. One drink."

"I lied," Christina said. "You wouldn't have left work otherwise." She uncorked the ...