Page 22 of 10 Things I Hate About Mistletoe

“Yeah, she had an accident.” At Holly’s horrified expression, Anthony added, “She’s not hurt, but she needs to leave. I came in to get her purse to give her a ride home.”

“Why?” she asked, giving him a quizzical expression. “I drove her car.”

“She doesn’t want to ride in the car in her condition,” he explained, trying to move things along so he could get back to Delilah.

“What happened to her?” Holly asked.

“A drunk guy puked on her.”

Holly covered her mouth with her hand, her voice coming out muffled. “Oh my God! Gross!”

“Yeah, which is why she doesn’t want to ride in her car.”

“And you don’t mind her getting it all over yours?” Holly asked.

“Yes, but I gave her some stuff to clean up with and a change of clothes and came to find you.” Anthony lowered his voice when a couple passed by on their way out to the patio. “She doesn’t want anyone to know what happened.”

She nodded. “I’ll get the stuff and drive her car home.”

“Won’t Declan have questions?” Anthony asked.

“He’ll be fine,” Holly said casually, waving her hand. “Give me a few minutes to say goodbye.”

“Sounds good.”

He hung back by the bar and watched Holly talk to Declan, who started getting up but sat down when she touched his shoulder. Once she disappeared out the door, Anthony headed over to say his goodbyes to the others around the table.

“I’m taking off. See you guys later.” He noticed the additional empty seat and scanned the room. “Hey, where’s Pike?”

“He went out front looking for Delilah about five minutes ago,” Nick said.

Shit. What the hell was Pike going to think if he found Delilah in Anthony’s truck, wearing his clothes or worse … naked under a blanket? “I better go find him,” Anthony said hurriedly. “Enjoy the rest of your night.”

He rushed out the door, passed Paulie and the other bouncer, and nearly collided with Holly. He managed to catch her by the shoulders before she fell backward.

“Sorry,” Anthony said, releasing her. “Pike is out here looking for Delilah. I doubt she wants him to find her.”

“You’re probably be right,” she said, holding up what he assumed were Delilah’s keys. “I’ll take off, so if you see Pike, tell him I had to get Delilah home because she didn’t feel good.”

“I will,” Anthony said.

“Thanks.”

Anthony watched her get into the car and back out before he jogged across the parking lot, stalling when he heard Pike calling his name. Pike was coming around from the other side of the building from the patio, frowning. “What are you doing?”

“I’m heading home,” Anthony said. “The guys said you were out here, so I came to let you know Nick will give you a ride home.”

“That’s fine, you were in a sour mood anyway,” Pike said, searching the parking lot. “Have you seen Delilah?”

Anthony wasn’t thrilled with his friend’s description of Anthony’s behavior and gritted out, “Holly took her home. She wasn’t feeling well.”

Pike’s frown deepened. “I just saw Holly ten minutes ago. She was looking for her, too.”

“I guess she found her.”

Pike’s shoulders dropped with obvious disappointment. “I’ll have to get her number later, then.” Pike’s demeanor switched up and he eyeballed Anthony with intensity. “Are you okay? Grant left, and you disappeared.”

“I’m fine,” Anthony said, shrugging. “After bumping into my brother, I’m just not in the mood to hang.”