I didn’t care what he said to get us out. I wanted my bed and some Tylenol. And probably a jug of water.
“I’ll make sure they get home in one piece.”
“And keep them there,” Mav said, shaking Archer’s hand.
As the door creaked open, I hesitantly stepped forward, almost afraid it was a joke—that Maverick was going to laugh at us and slam the door in our faces. As if knowing exactly what I was thinking, he jokingly tried to shut the door in my face before laughing and opening it wide for me.
“Just joking, darlin’.”
I would have shot him a nasty look or something equally horrible, but my brain was on the fritz, and all I wanted was to get out of here as quickly as possible.
“Oh, thank God!” Cheyenne shouted as we stepped outside the police station just a few minutes later.
The cool air chilled my skin instantly, but it also helped to sober me up just a tad more.
“Shit, I have to be at work in a few hours. That’s two nights of hardly any sleep. What the hell was I thinking?”
Cheyenne linked her arm through mine as we started walking down the sidewalk. “I believe you were thinking that your boyfriend is being a major douchenozzle, and you needed to let loose before you threw another steak knife at him.”
“You make it sound like I threw the first one at him on purpose,” I grumbled, wrapping my arm around her waist for added warmth.
“Is that all I get, ladies?” Archer called out from behind us.
Glancing over my shoulder, I saw the brute of a man standing on the sidewalk, grinning at us. It would probably be the polite thing to at least chat with him and say thank you, but something about his presence felt off.
“Thanks for the save,” I said, giving him a wave before continuing to walk. “Let’s get out of here,” I hissed.
“You want to get away from the beefcake back there? Why? I mean, of course, you have Liam, but what about me? This is why I wear the boots!”
“Some other time. Let’s just get out of here. I’ve had enough excitement for one night.”
“Fine,” she huffed. “I liked you better in the bar. You were fun and drunk.”
“I’m still drunk. Just dealing with a lot more shit than I need to tonight.”
With only a few more blocks to go, all I could think about was my warm bed and kicking off my boots. Tomorrow would be a new day, and I would forget about all the shit tonight.
Maybe Liam would be in a better mood, and all of this would have been for nothing.
Flashing lights and the humorous beep of a horn had us both turning around.
“Hello again, ladies!” Archer called out from his car. “Need a ride?”
“Ye—”
I jerked on Cheyenne’s arm, stopping her immediately.
“Um...nope. We like to freeze in the cold on the way home,” she corrected. “It’s sort of our thing.”
He chuckled, but didn’t zoom away like I hoped. “Well, I’ll follow you home. It’s the middle of the night, and I would feel terrible if something happened to you all because I let you walk home alone in the dark.”
“We’re not alone,” I corrected. “We have each other.”
“Still, wouldn’t be right.”
“God, when is this guy gonna leave?” I muttered.
“Hey, a sexy guy is looking out for us after we’ve had too much to drink. I would think you’d be grateful.”
