Cade beats me in the sigh department, letting out the mother of all sighs, and I’m about to tell him he’s being dramatic when an angel walks into my line of sight. A drunk angel who’s using her friend to support her weight.Shit.
“I’ve got to go.”
“What? Why?”
“Because I’m out celebrating my win and my teammates are staring at me through the window,” I lie. “They’re wondering why I’m being such an antisocial asshole.”
“I can appreciate that. Can we talk tomorrow?”
My head falls back and I clench my fist before I answer. Why? Why am I letting myself be pulled back into that world? I left for a reason and I should have stayed gone.
“Zane?” he asks, his tone pleading.
“Yep. Sure. Let’s talk tomorrow. Bye.”
I hang up before he can say anything else and take off across the road, not bothering to look for traffic until some fucker honks at me. “You’re fine. You had plenty of room,” I yell back, rolling my eyes as I reach the sidewalk, coming face-to-face with Blair.
Actually, face to foot is a better description—her face to my foot—as she vomits all over my shoes.
Jesus. She’s blind drunk.
Blair groans without looking and my stomach knots. “Please tell me he’snothot,” she asks her friend, and as her friend giggles, I allow myself to relax. A little.
“I hate to say it, babe, but he’s fucking gorgeous.” Her friend eyes me slowly as her grip on Blair loosens and I chuckle softly, securing my hands on Blair’s waist, helping her straighten.
“You okay there, B?”
Blair’s eyes snap to mine and her face scrunches. “Motherfucker.”
“Told you.” Her friend laughs, misunderstanding Blair’s reaction.
Being the nice guy that I am, I bite back my amusement, hitting her with an innocent smile. “What would it matter if I was hot, B? You have a boyfriend.”
“Wait.” Her friend’s eyes widen as she completely lets go of Blair, forcing me to tighten my hold. “You two know each other?”
I readjust my grip until I have Blair tucked into my side. “We do,” I admit, surprised Blair’s letting me hold her.
“How?”
Blair groans again and a little of my joy shines through.
“Want me to fill her in? Or…” I trail off, squeezing her waist as she huffs, stepping out of my grasp—or rather stumbling out of my grasp. I move to grab her again, but she waves me off, holding a light pole for support.
“This is Zane. The guy—”
“Noooo.” Her friend’s eyes flash to Blair before settling back on me. “Are you kidding me with this?” Her lips part, and she shakes her head. “We were just—”
“Leaving,” Blair finishes for her. “We were just leaving.”
That’s not what her friend was about to say, but I let it slide. “Leaving so you could puke?”
“No,” Blair denies at the same time her friend says, “Pretty much.”
Holding back my amusement, I glance around the busy street and frown. “How are you planning to get home?” Fuck,home? The thought of her going back to a place she shares with Nathan makes a shiver run down my spine.
“Don’t worry, we don’t need your help. You don’t have to look so disgusted.”
“Disgusted? What—” Oh.Yep, I’m disgusted, but not for the reason she thinks.“I’m notworried, but I am going to help.Where is home? And speaking of home… Where’s your goddamnboyfriend?”
