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I waved my finger at him. “FYI, Detective Parker, having to stay behind bars for the weekend is not the same as hanging out!” I faced Asher again. “Why can’t we just bail her out? I brought my checkbook!”

“She has to appear in bond court, which won’t happen until Monday morning,” Jake provided.

“Ashey, you have to do something.We can’t leave Dylan here for the weekend. She’ll go nuts.”

My brother took my arms and squeezed gently. “I don’t have a whole lot of say here, Addie. I’m sorry.”

“That is not an acceptable answer!” I squeaked in frustration, and then saw his expression and my heart fell. “Oh, Ashey, I’m so sorry. You’re probably just as worried as I am... maybe more.” He gave me a tight nod and I searched hisface. “Have you seen her yet?”

“They’re getting her.”

“There must be something you can do. You’re Asher Allen! You are the most powerful man I know next to Daddy...” I gasped. “Daddy. I’ll call Daddy.”

“Addie, even the great Bruce Allen can’t get Dylan out.”

“He can call one of his judge cronies,” I argued.

“It doesn’t work that way,” Jake said.

“I have to at least try!”

“Okay, Addie,”my brother crooned. “Let’s take a minute.”

“Oh, go screw your minute,” I said, and dug my phone out of my purse, calling my dad.

“Hey, Button.”

“Hi, Daddy,” I said, adding a little extra charm and saccharin to my voice. “Um, I need a super-duper big favor.”

“Anything, sweetheart.”

“Dylan’s been arrested... for something she totally didn’t do... but they’re saying she has to stay here forthe weekend. Can you call one of your friends to get her released, please?”

“No can do, honey.”

“What? Why not?”

“It doesn’t work that way.”

“Whynot?” I scrunched up my nose in frustration. “You golf with Judge Reynolds.”

“Addison, I’m not calling Gary on his day off to get your friend out of jail.”

I took a deep breath in an effort not to eviscerate my father. “Daddy. You know Dylan.You love Dylan. She’s practically family.Please.”

“I can’t, Addison. I’m sorry. I’m actually running into a meeting, so I’m gonna let you go.”

He hung up and I dropped my phone back in my purse.

“What did he say?” Asher asked.

I bit my lip. “He won’t help.”

“I didn’t think so.”

I sighed. “If you can’t get her out, put me in with her.”

“No way,” Asher said.