Free What Looks Like Crazy by Charlotte Hughes

think that’s funny?” he said, although he looked amused as well.
    I realized I was a little tipsy. “I’m really sorry, Jay. I had no idea.”
    â€œThank you for your apology, Katie. It only took you five and a half months.”
    â€œYou’ve been waiting all this time for me to apologize to you ?” I said in disbelief.
    Someone accidentally bumped me from behind, and I struggled to stay atop my stiletto heels. Jay caught me. His hand at my waist sent shivers through me.
    â€œAre you okay?”
    â€œFine,” I said. But I wasn’t fine. I was dizzy, and I needed food. Any idiot knows you shouldn’t drink on an empty stomach. Plus my feet hurt. I should have examined my own head for buying four-inch whore heels to begin with. How was I supposed to make my grand exit and leave Jay wanting me if I couldn’t walk?
    I searched the crowd, which had doubled in size in a matter of minutes. “I have to find Mona,” I said.
    â€œYou’ll never make it across the room in those high heels, Katie-Lee. You’ll fall flat on your face, and everybody will see your undies.”
    This was my cue. I slapped my hand over my mouth. “Uh-oh,” I said.
    Jay met my gaze. “Don’t tell me you’re not wearing panties.”
    â€œIt’s a thong,” I whispered conspiratorially, and had the pleasure of watching his jaw go slack.
    â€œOh, hell,” he said.
    Our gazes locked, and I was pretty sure I caught a look of unbridled desire in his eyes. But the moment was ruined when my stomach growled so loudly that a woman nearby turned and looked at me as if I had just passed gas. I was on the verge of intoxication, and if I didn’t eat soon, I was going to pass out. “I have to leave now,” I said, feeling less like a temptress and more like Wimp-Woman. “I don’t feel so great.”
    I must’ve sounded desperate, because Jay suddenly looked concerned. “I’ll take you wherever you want to go. My SUV is close by.”
    Mona was nowhere to be seen. “I guess so,” I said. I took a deep breath and tucked my arm through his to steady myself.
    â€œCan you make it to the door?” he asked.
    I nodded, and we moved slowly in that direction. A waiter paused and offered us hors d’oeuvres from a tray. I grabbed a fistful of cheese cubes and ignored the stunned look on his face.
    At the door, I glanced over my shoulder, searching the crowd once more. I found Mona and caught her eye. She looked from me to Jay and back at me, then gave me the thumbs-up sign. Behind her, my mother and aunt were grinning and doing high fives.
    A blast of hot air hit me as Jay and I stepped outside. True to his word, we didn’t have far to walk.
    Inside his black SUV, he turned the air on high. I aimed a vent at my face and wolfed down the cheese.
    Jay watched me. “You must be really hungry.” He reached into the backseat and handed me a bottle of water.
    I took a long drink. “I’m okay now,” I said.
    â€œGreat.” He smiled.
    I smiled back.
    He put the gear into drive. “Where to, Katie?” he asked. “Your place or mine?”
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    When I opened my eyes, it was morning and I was in Jay’s bed, naked as the day I was born. Hell’s bells! I’d gone and slept with my soon-to-be-ex-husband! I’d let a little bit of champagne and a whole lot of lust override good common sense.
    I sat bolt upright in the bed. The sun was bright coming through the twelve-foot windows of the loft. I checked the alarm clock. Eight thirty ! I tried to think. Mr. Lewey was due in at nine. I specifically remembered him calling on Friday, asking if he could see me.
    I heard the shower running in the bathroom and scrambled from the bed. I had no desire to face Jay Rush, not after how we’d spent the evening. I’m almost sure some of what we did was still illegal in certain states.
    I yanked my dress