Chapter 24

“We should stay,” Rafi tried to tell him. “Party’s not over, ‘ey’re still serving drinks…”

“You’ve had enough drinks.”

“No I haven’t…which means I prob’ly have,” Rafi said with a heavy sigh. “But we could still dance!”

“I’m tired.”

“I’m not tired,” Rafi said sulkily, and immediately fell asleep on Julian’s shoulder in the car.

Two attempts to wake him resulted only in Rafi mumbling and burrowing deeper into Julian; he gave up. Of course Rafi would be a cuddly drunk. A mellow, sleepy, cuddly…possibly adorable drunk.

Julian watched the light of passing streetlamps flare and shimmer in the opals circling his wrist. He’d always particularly liked opals, though he didn’t wear them often. They didn’t go well with his coloring. Had he mentioned that in an interview somewhere? Was that how Rafi had known to get him opals?