“And how did we end up in the rosebushes?” I asked as I wrapped my arms around Wren’s hips and lifted her onto the counter.
“We fell in the rosebushes because we jumped out of a window when the cops came.” Wren had a lazy smile spread across her face.
I laughed just as the front door flew open, and Bridger stormed in.
“What the fuck happened?” he hissed as he moved toward Emilia and kissed her forehead.
Before she could even answer, Easton and Rafe came waltzing through the front door, with Clark right behind them. Obviously everyone had texted their boyfriends to come pick them up.
“Apparently they were on the run from the cops, and they jumped out a window into a bunch of rosebushes.” I chuckled as I pulled Wren’s boots off and dabbed at her cuts and scrapes one by one.
“And what window did we jump out of?” Easton asked as he wrapped his arms around Henley.
“At theRosewood River Review,” Lulu said. “We went there to find out who writes the damn ‘Taylor Tea.’”
Rafe laughed, then grabbed the paper towels from her and dabbed at the long scrape on her arm. “And did we find out who writes it?”
“You’re not going to like it,” Henley said.
“Who is it?” Clark pressed as he scooped Eloise up and set her down beside the sink so he could tend her scratches.
“There was a note on Emilia’s mother’s desk that said they were meeting Jazzy Leighton in Snowcap Mountain soon,” I said.
“Jazzy Leighton? No fucking way,” Bridger said.
“Hey, you thought it was me for the longest time, and now you’re defensive that it might be Jazzy?” Emilia said over a fit of giggles, followed by multiple hiccups.
“Did I mention that they’re also very intoxicated?” I asked.
“Oh no.” Lulu gasped. “Oh nooooo. No. No. No.”
“What’s wrong, baby?” Rafe asked, concern etched on his face.
“I left the tequila bottle on your mom’s desk,” she said as she gaped at Emilia.
“Maybe your mom will take a shot and loosen up,” Bridger grumped.
The girls laughed hysterically.
“Wait. Our fingerprints are all over that bottle,” Eloise said, her face turning completely serious.
“And our DNA is clearly all over those rosebushes,” Lulu said with a shrug. “We’re donezo, girls, but at least we’ll be together.”
“What the hell are you all talking about?” Clark asked with a laugh. “You snuck into the office that’s owned by Emilia’s family. You didn’t steal anything, and you even left a bottle of tequila and wounded yourselves jumping out a window?”
“Correct,” I said with a smirk. Then I looked at the women and added, “I don’t think anyone is coming for you.”
“Thank God. I need a hot bath and a cozy bed,” Wren said, holding her arms up for me to lift her off the counter.
“And that’s our cue. Let’s get these deviants home,” Easton said.
They all made their way to the door.
The girls made a pact to text one another if anyone got arrested during the night, and then Eloise insisted they should call instead, in case the texts could be used in a court of law.
It was comical.
I locked the door with a drunk Wren attached to my body. Her legs were wrapped around my waist, her arms around my neck.
