By Meg Harris
Copyright 2011 Meg Harris
Cover design copyright 2011 Meg Harris
“Let’s get drunk.”
Rylan Taylor laughed as Deanna Evans tossed back her second rum and Coke and blinked owlishly at him. They were sitting together on the Berber carpet of his living room, their backs against the couch, the room lit only by a single reading lamp. “It looks like you're getting drunk enough for both of us,” he answered.