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“Ah...that’s nice—” He hiccupped and passed out again. His knees buckled.
Kafami sikeyim.
Why had I hit him so hard?
Why did the police have to fucking show up?
Couldn’t they have waited ten more minutes?
“Whherre’s Coop?” His eyes feathered open.
Coop?
My skin crawled from touching him. “I’m taking you to Coop.”
“Okay, sweet...” His eyes closed again.
“Don’t pass out. One foot in front of the other.” I jiggled him and slapped his cheek again. He inhaled and shook his head as if trying to shake away the fuzz in his brain.
Keeping my hand locked around his waistband, I used all my strength to keep him standing as he faded in and out of consciousness.
Closing my eyes briefly, I begged the stars that’d witnessed my attack to help me get him out of there without being arrested.
Gritting my teeth, I opened the side gate and marched across the front lawn, dragging Ethan with me.
Two police officers had detained a small group of teenagers, scribbling down notes and glowering at them. The lawn looked as if it’d been trampled by a herd of deer, the grass pockmarked with a few shoes scattered and forgotten.
Not making eye contact with anyone, I walked as fast as I could with Ethan tripping and lurching beside me. The Jeep was right there. Parked innocently on the street, just waiting for me to drive away.
Just a few more metres...
Come on.
Hurry—
“Hold up.”
My heart flew into my throat; I jerked to a stop.
Shit. Shit!
“Where do you think you’re going?” A male cop stepped into my path, blocking the Jeep and my escape. His dark eyes narrowed on Ethan muttering nonsense in my arms. “He have a lot to drink?”
“Yeah. I’m taking him home.” My mind raced with lies. “I’m sober. He’s my younger brother. And—”
“Brother?” The cop raised his eyebrows, looking at my darker complexion and the blond bastard beside me.
Fuck.
I grinned with gritted teeth. “Adopted. Obviously.”
“Obviously.” The cop frowned. “What’s your name? Have you been drinking tonight?” Ripping out his offending notebook, he yanked a pen free from his breast pocket. His uniform glittered with buttons and buckles, weapons and authority. “Name?”
My face stayed smooth and calm as I said, “Riley Cooper.”
“And his name?”
“Ethan Cooper.”
