Beth laughed. “What?”
“Do you want to go back to my place?”
“We haven’t even finished our flight yet,” Beth said, placing her empty glass on the bar. “We still have two more wines to taste.”
“I have wine at my place,” Walt said, placing his hand on top of hers. He stroked the back of her hand with his thumb. “You can have a taste there.”
Beth removed her hand from his grasp. “Excuse me, I have to go to the restroom,” she said. She slid off her stool and made her way towards the glowing restroom sign hanging over a dim hallway. She had just pushed open the heavy wooden door when someone tapped her on the back. She half-turned just as Cheryl pushed her into the bathroom. “What the…?”...
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