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“Oh my gosh, what’s happening?” Madison worried.
“Ryan,” Rory said, beelining straight for her boyfriend. “What happened? We’ve been so worried.”
“This is a crime scene,” one of the officers reprimanded. “No outside interference.”
“Oh, hello, Officer Paul,” Rory said, turning her gray eyes to the uniformed man. “Remember me? You responded to an incident I was involved in not too long ago.”
Ryan made a sound.
Officer Paul shifted. “Actually, more than one.” He corrected her.
Ryan made another sound.
Rory dipped her orange head back to look up at the cop and smile. “We won’t get in the way. We had to come. Wes always comes for us.”
The officer sighed, and Ryan hid his smile.
Madison stepped between everyone and held out a paper cup with a black lid. “We brought you this.”
I glanced at Ryan. “Now I understand why you hate caramel lattes so much.”
He and Jamie both grunted.
Wes made a grateful sound and wrapped both hands around the sugar-filled latte with a sigh. “Ahh, it’s so warm.”
“Thanks, Madison,” I said, offering her a grateful smile. I might hate the tradition behind these stupid lattes, but it would definitely help Wes get warm.
Reaching over, I pushed the bottom of the cup up toward his lips. “Drink some of that.”
He did what I said, and when he was done, he looked at me hopefully. My stomach flipped.
Leaning over I spoke into his ear. “Good boy.”
He made a faint sound and took another sip.
“What happened here tonight?” the officer asked.
Wes lowered the cup. “She called me earlier.” His brow wrinkled. “I don’t know how she got my number.” He gasped and looked at Ryan and Jamie. “Rinkin gave it to her.”
“And you gave it to Rinkin?” the officer clarified.
“No. But it’s on the Elite roster. We all swim together at Westbrook.”
“We’re familiar with Elite,” Officer Paul muttered. “You guys have quite the reputation.”
“We can’t help people go crazy for us,” Jamie defended. Then he muttered, “Literally crazy.”
“The woman who called you is the waitress who’s currently locked in the walk-in?” The officer taking notes clarified.
Wes nodded. “Yes. She called and told me she was closing up here and had a flat tire. She asked me to come help her change it. Said she was alone.”
“And you came!” I yelled, surging to my feet in anger.
Wes grimaced. “She said she wanted to apologize and asked if we could still be friends.”
“Apologize?” Officer Paul cut in.
Win cleared his throat and quickly explained what happened before.
