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Blake's face remains blank, the only traces of emotion being irritation on my behalf.
"Well done, Captain Obvious."
"But… how?" I ask.
He crosses his arms, staring at me like I only have two brains cells. I shake my head, slightly disorientated.
"Thank you," I mumble, unsure what else to say.
Blake steps around me, reaching down to pick up my fallen keys. He shoves them back into my hand.
"Why are you even here?"
I hug myself, my hand gripping my keys tightly. "I always come here."
"No," he says harshly. "Why are you even back?"
I don't know how to answer his question, even though I know the answer. I have a completely valid reason for being in town, and it's none of his business. But still, I feel compelled to tell him because he just saved me.
"I'm here helping a friend."
He glares at me for a few seconds, before letting out a deep exhale. "You don't belong here," he motions to the bar. "This is not the place to come for fun."
"I've been coming here for ages. Longer than you," I argue, but pause when he raises an eyebrow at me. "Not your first time I take it."
"No," he confirms. "Not my first time. But I'm not in the habit of rescuing people when they cause their own drama."
Anger flares through me. "I didn't deserve that. You have no idea what even happened. And yes, I'm thankful for you helping. But that doesn't mean you get to be a dick about it!"
Blake studies me, not giving anything away. The silence is suddenly broken by the sound of revving bikes, and we both turn to see two motorcycles rip into the carpark.
They stop just short of us, the first rider, pulling off his helmet hastily.
"Chuck!" I yell, my voice breaking as I run the short distance and lurch myself into his arms.
Chuck wraps his arms around me, his head resting on the crook of my shoulder as he glares at Blake behind me.
I look over at the second rider, tears welling in my eyes as Butch swings off his bike. He walks over to me, turning my head to look at my cheek.
"God damnit, Lee."
Chuck holds me at arms length, giving me a look over. "Fucking hell."
"I'm okay," I say, trying to reassure them. "I'm good."
Butch shakes his head. "You're not. But you should have known better coming after I told you to be careful. You know shit's not safe right now."
Blake snorts and Butch glares at him, stepping towards the brooding brunette.
"Who are you?" Butch demands.
Blake stares back at him lazily, not at all intimidated or fazed. "I'm her stepbrother."
Chuck looks at me suspiciously, causing Blake to laugh gingerly. "I'm notthatstepbrother. I have no interests in her."
Butch puts a hand on Chuck's shoulder, warning him to chill out. "I know who your brother is," he says coldly to Blake.
Blake raises an eyebrow. "And yet here we are. Try to talk some sense into her. I won't be saving her again."
