Obsession

“The night is still young, dude. I see you talked her into coming.” Judd’s eyes traveled Ava’s form and he smirked. “Let’s get the birthday girl a drink. You brave enough to try something stronger than lemonade?”

Ava nearly rolled her eyes in exasperation. They might be college graduates, but Carson and his buddies still shared the immature bully persona.

“Pinot Grigio, if you have it,” she bit out, determined not to be intimidated. She’d have a drink, let Carson mingle for that half hour, then insist he take her home.

“We’ve got some of everything.”

Ava took the red plastic cup Judd handed her and downed most of it. The wine was both sour and sweet. It had none of the crisp acidity she’d experienced when Mom allowed her the occasional glass.

Obviously, the host of this party couldn’t afford the good stuff, although the house and furnishings indicated a higher level of wealth. Was this Judge Vanderhoff’s house, Ava wondered.

Judd confirmed it, leaning closer. “Sorry. Cheap wine. My pa