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Yup. I was right. I was going to pass out.
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Chapter Eighteen
Frost
“Oh, my God.”
I brushed her hair from her face and tried not to laugh.
“Stop smiling,” Indiana whined. “Why did you let me drink so much last night?”
“Uh, you do what you want, darlin’,” I smirked. “I’m just there to make sure you do it safely.”
She gently pressed her hand to her cheek. “My face kissed the floor,” she groaned. “How is that keeping me safe?”
I grabbed the glass of water and Tylenol off the nightstand. “Because you went down like a sack of bricks. I didn’t have a chance to catch you.”
“Ugh,” she moaned. “Who gets rip-roaring drunk the night their best friend who is pregnant and free from being kidnapped comes home? Who does that?” she shouted.
Royal leaned against the doorframe and laughed. “My Indiana does that.”
“Oh, my God,” Indiana moaned again. “You are glowing. I thought it was just my fuzzy memory from last night playing tricks on me.”
Royal laughed. “Can I come in, or are you going to yell at Frost about you drinking too much?”
Indiana gingerly sat up. “Come in. I can yell at him later for my bad decisions.”
I handed her the water and pushed the pills into her other hand. “Drink all of this and take these.”
“Yes, doctor.” She popped the pills into her mouth and downed half of the water.
“King called church in five minutes. You good with Royal?” Church actually started in about thirty seconds, but I wanted to make sure Indiana was awake and okay before I left her.
“Go, go,” she shooed. “I’ll wallow in my self-pity for two more minutes, and then, I gotta catch up with my Royal.”
I pressed a kiss to her forehead. “All right, darlin’. Meg saved you a plate from breakfast if you get hungry.”
She held a hand to her stomach. “I think I’ll pass on that right now. Water seems to be all I can handle.”
“It’s in the fridge if you want it.”
“I’ll keep an eye on her while you’re gone,” Royal laughed. “I told Meg to keep the tequila locked up at least until two.”
“Church!” King bellowed down the hallway.
Indiana pushed me off the bed. “You better go before King takes away your talking privileges,” she warned.
I jogged out of the room and down the hallway to church.
“Thank Christ,” Zag muttered. “King was about two seconds away from blowing his top.”
“I didn’t mean…” My words stalled when my eyes connected with King’s.
“What?” he growled.
King sat at the head of the table, a gavel in his hand, and a bright pink shirt covering his chest. The sleeves barely covered his shoulders, and the words “Real men wear pink and eat it” were scrolled across the shirt.
