Chapter 187. Meet Me Upstairs

Anna cast a glance at the waiter carrying a tray of drinks and casually reached for two glasses of whiskey. 

Smoothly, she handed one to Chadwick, letting her fingers brush against his as she passed it over. “I’m going to take a wild guess and say you have a taste for the strong stuff,” she murmured, keeping her voice light, teasing.

Chadwick smirked, pleased by the attention. “You’ve got that right.” He took a sip, his gaze lingering on her, as if trying to read between the lines.

Anna took a sip from her own glass, though she barely let the liquor touch her lips. The goal wasn’t to drink, it was to make sure Chadwick did.

“Well,” she said, nudging him slightly with her elbow as they continued moving through the crowd. “I’ve heard stories of you being able to drink the whole house down.”

Chadwick chuckled. “Still can.” He took another, deeper sip, as if to prove a point.

Good. This was just the beginning, but it was all falling into place.