“Another?” Ryan asked.
“Let me call and get it all straightened out with Ms. Carroll about you being my PA first.” Well, more like before he was too drunk to stick to his guns.
When he stood, the room swayed slightly around him, which didn’t make sense after only two beers. His hand shot out and caught the first solid thing it found, namely, Ryan’s shoulder. Before he could make a joke about turnabout being fair play—man, knowing Ryan was gay made that accidental grope in the elevator even hotter—the liquor bottles on top of the dresser began to jiggle, the glass jangling against each other.
“Does Tahoe get earthquakes?” he said.
“I don’t know.”