RUBY

"Drink up, Rubes," Owen murmured, his deep voice sliding over my nerves like silk. "You look like you need to take the edge off."

I took a big gulp of the wine, not care-taking that it was probably too intoxicating to be chugged like beer. The warmth of the alcohol hit my empty stomach almost instantly, spreading a soft, glowing heat through my limbs.

I set the cup down on the table, my eyes darting between the two of them.

"Okay, spill it," I said, leaning my hips against the back of the sofa. "You guys are acting weird. Well, weirder than usual. What's really going on?"

Gianna sat...