“Stop talking,” I say quickly, putting my hand over his mouth. “Let’s get you inside. You need to sleep this off.”
“Only with you, baby.”
This time Everett laughs. “This is so much better than the shit he was saying with me.”
I’m sure it is.
I loop my arm around Killian, and he slides out of the truck, resting against the side with his head back. “I’m drunk.”
“Yes, you are.”
His eyes open and he looks at me. “It’s your fault.”
“I’m sure it is.”
“You made me like you.”
I laugh once. “Ditto, buddy.”
He lifts his arms, drapes them around my neck. “I like you, and I wanted to keep you.”
“No more talking, Killian.”
“Please, keep going,” Everett encourages. “I’m pretty sure I just won the bet.”
I have no idea what bet he’s talking about, but he’s supposed to be helping me. Instead, I have a very drunk, very heavy man hanging on me as I try to walk us inside. “Some help, please?”
Everett comes around and throws Killian’s other arm over his shoulder, taking some of the weight. Killian turns his head to his friend. “I don’t get to keep her, Ev.”
I roll my eyes. He’s a very chatty drunk.
“We usually have to fight for them, my friend,” Everett informs him.
“Can’t fight. Can’t talk. Can’t have her.”
“Can’t stop talking,” I say as we finally get him in the front door.
He turns to me. “I’m being quiet.”
“You’re really not. Come on, a few more steps and then you can be in bed.”
“But not with you, angel,” Killian says almost as though he’s singing. “I can’t have you again, can I?”
I’m not even going to dignify this with a response. Mostly because his friend looks like he’s enjoying this way too much. I have no idea if he told them that I’m not just his publicist, I’m also best friends with his daughter, and I don’t plan to offer up that information.
We finally make it into the living room, only a few stumbles along the way. I open his bedroom door, and then we get him to the bed. Everett pretty much drops him and then lets out a laugh. “Well, I gotta go. As much as I would love to hear what the hell brought him so low, Violet sent me a text that she’s not feeling well.”
“Thank-you for driving him.”
“Of course. Listen, for what it’s worth, he really likes you.”
“I like him too,” I admit.
“Then, whatever the hell had him going to get drunk, you guys should find a way to work through it. Trust me, losing someone you could’ve had a future with never gets easier.”
Killian lifts a hand. “Preach!”
“Oh for fuck’s sake,” I mutter.
