“HEY, WE’RE GONNAhead home,” Cole announces, coming up to me.
I look over at Austin, and she sways even though he has an arm over her shoulders. The girls probably got quite a few shots before we got here, and that was over an hour ago.
“Okay. We’ll see you guys back at the house.”
Austin steps up to me. “Don’t you dare—”
“I’m not going to hurt her,” I interrupt her. “I promise.”
She looks like she wants to argue, but Cole doesn’t give her the chance. He pulls her away and out the front door.
“What’s the damage?” I ask William, the bartender.
“The brunette had a tab open. The guy already covered it, Deke.” The guy knows me by name. I come here when I want to drink alone. The music isn’t too loud, so you can actually hear yourself think. No one bothers you.
I let out a sigh and look over at Demi sitting next to me, staring down at an empty shot glass. She hasn’t spoken to me since I arrived. Not that I blame her. I throw down a hundred anyway. “Let’s go, princess.”
She doesn’t argue as I help her to her feet and out to my Range Rover. Cole and I drove together so he could drive Austin’s car back. I buckle her into the passenger seat. Getting in, I start it. I avoid the highway and take the backroads.
She’s notices. “You’re going the wrong way.”
“We’re just taking the long way.” I’m giving Cole and Austin time alone to dish out whatever issues they’ve got going on right now. And I know they’ll do that in their bed.
He acted like he wasn’t mad at her when we arrived at the bar, but when we entered the house to find them gone, he was furious. He tried calling, and she ignored it. I instantly knew she was paying him back for the night we went to the cabin, and he turned his phone off. He was not happy. But no surprise, he has a tracker on her car. She has no clue. After she bought her Range Rover, he took it to have her windows tinted and had them add a tracker. He’s so paranoid of something happening to her. Of losing her. It just happened to come in handy tonight.
“Giving Austin and Cole some time together,” I tell her.
“Can you keep a secret?” she asks.
She has no idea.“Yes.”
“She’s worried he’ll get bored with her.”
I snort. “That’ll never happen.”
“You and I know that, but Becky got in her head.” She sighs. “That bitch gets in everyone’s head.”
Can’t argue that. But I say, “That’s just the alcohol talking.” Referring to Austin.
“What’s that saying? A drunk man’s thoughts are a sober man’s words. Wait …” She pauses, her drunk self having to think about it. “A drunk man’s words … are a sober man’s thoughts.”
I smile. “Oh yeah? What are your drunk words?” I’ve never been around her drunk before. She was tipsy at her Halloween party and the other night, but nowhere near gone like this. I watched her have six shots on top of what she had before we got there.
“I’ve got all kinds of secrets.”
I arch a brow. “The ones you say you know about me?” Which I now know came from Austin’s journal.
“No. Everyone else,” she whispers.
I frown. “Like what?”
Her head falls to the side, and she looks at me. “I know more than you think.”
“Whatcha got?” I ask. She can’t know much.
“I know that Becky lost her virginity to Shane.”
“What?”
