He grinned at me. "Yep. That's obvious. Don't worry, you're safe."
"Right."
"We're handling it," he promised. "But you get to take her home. We don't have a ride."
"Ty'd let you use - "
"And have been drinking," Jorge reminded me. "Jake, you're fine. Trust me, man."
I nodded, because of all the people who'd know, I had a feeling Jorge and Isaac had a little better intel than Ty on this one. Still, pissing off Tanner was a bad fucking idea, and those men had made it clear how bad one second could hurt.
But when I looked back to check on Cody, she was gone. I was just about to panic when I saw Ty twirling her around the dance floor. He made Cody spin every chance the music gave him, and she was starting to giggle again.
And she really couldnotdance.
But it was cute. Of all the things I'd expected to endear her to me, that hadn't been on the list. Yesterday, I would've said it was her logic in front of the media, her ability to ride any bull she was given, and her tenacity. Now? Well, I hadn't realized that under all her serious was a giggle that sounded so sweet.
But when Ty was done with her, Cody was doing a bit more than staggering. She had one hand planted on his chest for balance as he led her back, and her eyes were visibly tracking.
"The world needs to stop spinning," she whined.
"And that," Ty told me, "is your cue to take her home, Jake."
Cody just nodded. "Can I have some water first?"
"How about we get that on our way out," I told her, stepping in so she could shift from Ty's side to mine.
"You have the guys' numbers?" Ty asked.
"Yep."
"Call them if you need them," he said. "Or me if you can't get them, but she'd rather have them."
Which made Cody do that motorboat noise again. "They need to have fun. I need some water." And she rocked her head over to look at me. "Don't call them?"
"Not unless I have to," I promised.
"Have fun!" Ty teased. "I'd be threatening you, but you already proved you don't need it."
"No, sir," I assured him. "And I'm more scared of her than you."
"And J.D.," Ty reminded me.
"She still wins," I said, turning her toward the bar we'd pass on our way out. "Hey, can I get a bottle of water on my tab and close out?"
"Name?" the bar tender asked.
"Jake Cunningham. Pretty sure she has a tab going too. Cody Jennings."
I got our credit cards back first. Cody managed to sign for hers, but it was more of a line than anything resembling a signature. The water came last, and the moment I cracked the top open, she was sucking at it. Yeah, hopefully that'd help, not make her puke in my truck.
But when I got her outside, she leaned in a little more. Clearly, she'd been trying to do her best "sober" impression, and unaware how bad she'd been failing. So the moment we reached my truck, I opened the door for her and helped her in. I went so far as to make sure she got the seatbelt on, then headed around to my side.
"I'm sorry," she said, the moment I closed my door. "I was so stupid."
"You were having fun," I reminded her.
She giggled a little at that. "I was. Jake, they don't hate me."
