“It’s Jerome,” Random Guy says, not offering to help me up. “You didn’t say you had a boyfriend.”
My brother strides over, all long limbs and broad chest, hauling me to my feet in a most unladylike manner.
“I bet you didn’t even ask,” growls another voice, and I sober up ever so slightly.
“Is that Crane?”
My brother rolls his eyes, pushing me forward gently as Jerome storms off, muttering something about a tease.
“Excuse me, Jason, you’re the tease!” I yell back before the golden eyes narrow at me, pinning me to the spot. “Oh, you got something to say, Crane?”
“Jerome.”
I stumble further, cursing my brother as he grabs me by the arm, steadying me.
“What?”
The golden eyes follow me, and I try to focus, but I’m pretty sure my veins flow only with vodka.
And pot.
But hey, I’m eighteen; a girl has to live.
“His name was Jerome, not Jason.”
The voice is pissed.
“Aw, you jealous, baby?” I coo, giggling when we emerge from the trees, the burnt orange light of the bonfire attracting my attention.
There must be at least twenty people standing around it, one of which I recognize as Jerome.
“No, I’m not.” Crane rubs his neck, avoiding my drunken gaze. “Are we taking her home?”
I snort, pulling out of my brother's grasp as I spot two blondes approaching us from behind Crane.
“As if Kai is gonna miss out on these hotties.” I nod behind Crane, who turns to throw a disinterested glance over his shoulder.
“Sierra, who are you here with?” Crane sighs, staring past me with boredom.
I pause, wondering how I even got here.
“I came with Kayne, but he had to get back to Kim and the kids.”
Crane closes his eyes, shaking his head as one of the girls eyes me, like I’m an ant that needs squashing.
“God, there you are! I thought you’d left already,” says one of the girls, clearly addressing Kai.
My brother is well built, blond-haired and blue-eyed, and a complete stick in the mud.
I’ll bet the only reason he is here is to drag my drunk ass home.
“Yeah, brotherly duties and all that.” Kai rubs my head like I’m a fucking chihuahua, and I glare at him.
The girl looks at me like I’m the key to the rest of her life, and I roll my eyes.
“I’m going to find John.”
Crane reaches out, stopping me with a surprisingly firm grip.
