The friendship code sucked. After that super-hot kiss Beth had laid on him, and their subsequent discussion, Sam had spent the rest of the evening imagining how it might end. He’d pictured locking the bolt on the front door behind the last of the customers then lifting a giggling Beth onto an empty bar stool as he stepped between her thighs and picked up where they’d left off. The two of them would then creep up the stairs and past his parents’ bedroom door to tumble onto his mattress in a tangle of limbs and heated whispers. The winning scenario…that started with him taking Beth’s keys from her trembling fingers and unlocking the back door leading to her flat. And here they were… He reached out to help her. ‘Oops, butterfingers!’ Beth giggled as her keys tumbled to the floor. It wasn’t the sexy kind of giggle he’d been daydreaming about though. It was the ‘shouldn’t have had that second bottle’ kind. At least the dark would hide the frustration he was sure was written all over his face.