“Crane?”
Liza storms away, slamming the door behind her.
“Answer the fucking question, sunshine,” I snap, pointing a finger at him.
Jaden is about to respond when Sierra slides down from the cabinet, glaring at me.
“Oh, hey! Crane, Jaden. Jaden, Crane. Oh, wait, you two know each other, don't you?” Sierra turns to me with annoyance. “Whatisyour problem?!” Sierra looks at me through wide eyes, ringed with dark makeup. Her eyes fall to the whiskey bottle in my hand with a frown.
She looks like a beautiful, lost angel, her caramel-coloured hair falling around her shoulders before she turns back to Jaden. “Can you give us a minute?”
Jaden nods, eyeing me carefully before leaving the garage reluctantly.
“Jesus, Crane, what the fuck?”
What the fuck indeed.
SEVEN
SIERRA
Crane stands there, looking like he owns the joint, holding a bottle of whiskey with a sour look on his face as he watches Jaden leave.
“What the fuck are you doing here, Sierra?”
He turns to me, an accusatory glare in his eyes.
“It's a party. What do you think I’m doing here?” I huff, crossing my arms.
He looks at me like he couldn’t give a shit and points a finger after Jaden.
“I don’t care what you do, but your brother does. If he sees you and Jaden going at it?—”
I hold up a hand, stopping him in his tracks.
His gorgeous eyes narrow, but he remains silent, lifting the whiskey bottle to his lips.
“My brother left with Lorena about five minutes ago, so would you drop the big brother act and leave me alone?”
A look of exasperation passes over his face before he groans.
“Fucking Lorena.”
I frown.
“What is with you and pissing on everyone's Cheerios tonight?” I snap. “Kai looked pretty happy back there, and I’m not sure if you noticed, but so did I!”
Crane rolls his eyes, rubbing his jaw as he lets his gaze drift over me. My breath halts in my chest when he gives me a lazy smile, stepping closer to me as his cologne reaches me before he does.
“I’ll be honest, I didn’t see you. But looking at you now, I’m not so sure I’d use the word ‘happy’ to describe your face.”
God, he is infuriating.
“Well, as usual, you look as miserable as fuck,” I shoot back, tugging the whiskey from his hand, his lips curving into a smile when I raise it to my lips. “Why isn’t this cheering you up?”
I lift the bottle to my lips, enjoying the amber liquid trailing a blaze of fire down my throat.
I thrust it back to him, but when he reaches for it, I hold it out of reach, wagging a finger at him.
