Zach wouldn’t kiss her. As much as he wanted to. He liked kissing Brandi more than any woman he’d ever put his lips on, but she was drunk. He couldn’t take advantage of her. She’d regret it all in the morning. “Brandi.”

“What? I want to kiss you.”

“Well, I don’t want to kiss you.”

That was a lie. He wanted to kiss her, but he had standards. If he was going to go down this road with Brandi and have her end up in his bed, she was going to be sober when it happened. He did not need to trick someone into sex with him.

“We don’t have an audience so there’s no reason to put on a show,” Zach pointed out.