Kelsie frowned, squinting at the bulge.
Propping herself up, she had just taken a step forward when a group of middle-aged men waltzed past her.
It so happened that as they moved, they made Serbian and Colton uncomfortable. So the two men used the opportunity to slip away to somewhere quieter to converse.
Kelsie frowned harder when she didn't see them after the men left.
She hadn't seen Serbian Howard since that day at the hospital—was she just conjuring him up in her mind?
Sighing, she sat down again, eyes darting to the entrance.
She had seen how intense the security out front was. There was no way someone could come in with a pistol without getting caught.
Pressing a hand against her temple, she leaned back in her seat, realizing what was happening.
Her drugs were obviously messing with her.
As she lay there, eyes sealed shut, she failed to notice the two men walk past her to the other side of the room to take champagne glasses.
