Kelsie Murphy rubbed her chin and stood back, as if she were a painter studying a blank canvas. Lavender, Tyler’s girlfriend, took a sip of her wine and hiccupped. Rachel, Derek’s wife and an assistant football scout for the Lumberjacks, grabbed the counter to steady her very unsteady feet. She had a hard enough time with gravity without adding alcohol to the equation. Mac was putting her future in the she-wolves’ hands, and she was still sober. What did that say about her? “Where do we start?” Lavender hiccupped again and topped off her glass, tossing the empty wine bottle in the garbage. With a clink, it nestled among the other wine bottles. “Bruiser’s sister volunteered to do her hair, add some highlights, take the dirty out of the dirty blonde. I’ll teach her to do makeup.” Kelsie wobbled around her, taking a big gulp from her wine glass. Mac marveled at how someone could be so drunk and so graceful at the same time. When Mac drank too much, she got loud and lurched about like a three-legged hound dog.
