The After Party

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An Excerpt From: THE AFTER PARTY

Copyright © WYNTER DANIELS, 2011

All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

Chapter One

The wedding was winding down by the time I noticed him. How could I have missed him? About six-one with sandy brown hair and the bluest eyes ever. He looked a few years younger than I—maybe in his late twenties. I could never tell with guys.

My cousin Karen toddled toward me carrying two champagne glasses, spilling the contents as she went. She stopped in front of me and I thought she’d hand me one of the glasses, but she only stood there swaying, her head lolling to the left, then to the right. “No more champagne,” she slurred. “Can you believe it? What kind of wedding is this?”

I glanced toward the bar and saw the bartender pouring a glass for my Uncle Howard. Apparently Karen had been cut off. I pointed to the flute in her right hand. “Mind if I take one of those?”

She stared at me as if I’d asked her the meaning of life. Then the light bulb went on and she smiled and pushed the drink toward my face. “Course you can. I mean, why would I need two?” She burped loudly and I looked around, wondering if anyone had heard. The hot guy across the room caught my attention again. He was still staring at me. Lifting his brow, he gestured toward the dance floor.