"It's not your turn yet, is it?" Avery Jane looked at the small silver ice bucket on the table. Even the ice buckets in this place were made so exquisite they looked like works of art, filled with glittering ice cubes that seemed to be giving off cold mist.
The girl lowered her head. "This gentleman hasn't told me to leave." Joshua Hughes had his eyes closed, alcohol-scented breath spilling out with every exhale, and that tightly furrowed brow made people want to go over and gently smooth it out for him.
