Chapter 50: Scarlett

Scarlett HAD SOMEHOW managed to not only hold herself together through the conference, she'd enjoyed it. It was just a matter of luck that the only session she'd gotten to on Monday was about spotting new trends on social media. It was what Scarlett loved doing, and she'd been able to contribute to the discussion in such a way that it helped her forget the man and problems she'd left in Texas.

"Here, drink one more with me." Noemi Flores slid a dangerous, pink drink in a pretty glass toward Scarlett.

"I don't know if this is smart." Scarlett eyed the drink. She'd kept herself to a one drink a day max. Any more than that and her heart would take over.

"Oh, come on. Drink with me, please?" Noemi turned her big, beautiful brown eyes on Scarlett.

"How do you do that?" Scarlett sighed. "Fine."

"When we get home you're coming out with me for some real drinks." Noemi speared her with a look. "I want to know what you aren't talking about."

"Nothing," Scarlett said too fast.