"Twenty-nine places on the male body," Saffron chimed in, because even three sheets to the wind, she paid attention. If she'd been sober, she'd have remembered every word. "And forty-three on a woman's."

The last part was said as she carefully lowered herself onto the bed to join the two men. Slowly, trying not to stumble, she crawled up to be next to them, laying a gentle hand on each man, and waited to see where she could fit in without being in the way.