Kate rubbed her temple where a headache was gathering, trying to gather her thoughts as well. Why would Zack think she’d change her mind? She’d told him that the movie had to be completely factual or she wouldn’t work on it.
And then the events of the evening crashed down on her, thudding heavily into place. The warm, giddy sensation that had made the night seem magical degenerated into stomach-twisting nausea. How could she have been so stupid?
“She was right,” she murmured.
“That woman with the car.” She fixed Zack with an accusing gaze.”I am drunk, aren’t I?”
He shifted his stance and shoved his hand in his pocket, refusing to meet her gaze. “There’s, um, no reason you should be.”
Outrage flamed in Kate’s chest. “Oh, yes, there is. You got me drunk sho you could make me shign this!” She waved the letter she’d found in front of him.
“Kate—it wasn’t like that. I just wanted you to relax a little so we could discuss it. I never dreamed that one or two drinks would…”
Oh, dear Lord—that’s what the kiss was about, too. Mortification flooded her soul. Mercifully, her sense of anger was stronger. “Everything about this evening was an attempt to get me to shign that letter.