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Travis held his hand up for East to stay back. “Can you not right now?”

“Just providing commentary for those who are a little confused. We’re all enjoying the show, though, so carry on.”

It was then that I realized the entire group had made their way out onto the dance floor and had us surrounded. Travis took one look at our audience and turned back to me.

“I think you’ve had too much to drink.”

“Told you he was more fun on tequila,” East interjected, and I flipped him off. At least, I thought I flipped him off—no telling if it was the right finger. I was starting to sway and see double.

“Okay, I think it’s time to call it a night and get you home.” Travis lifted my arm, placed it around his neck, and then held me tight by the waist to keep me upright.

I was vaguely aware of the stares from the group, especially the baffled look on JT’s face, but all I could seem to focus on was where Travis was touching me. It didn’t escape my notice that this was what I’d wanted all night, and I’d made it happen. My drunk ass would’ve high-fived myself if I didn’t think I’d fall over.

As we made it out of the club to where the Sprinter waited at the curb, Travis’s breath was hot on my neck. “And you thoughtIwas the one who would spill all our secrets,” he said.

Scotty opened the door for us, and I didn’t have it in me to protest riding in the van with everyone.

“All right, let’s get you home and in bed.” Travis helped me step up inside, where I collapsed into the first seat I saw.

“Wait, whose bed?” East asked.

I barely heard Travis’s response as my head hit the back of the seat and my eyes started to close.

The last thing I remembered before passing out was East’s answering chuckle. “Aww, isn’t brotherly love grand?”

TWENTY-SIX

travis

“YOU GOT HIM?” Donovan and Kelly watched warily as Caleb and I bumped into the wall while making our way down the hallway to our condo.

One more shot and we’d all be carrying his ass.

“All good,” I said, reaching for the key card in my pocket. “No need for you to risk getting puked on.”

“I’m not gonna be sick,” Caleb protested, and tried to wriggle out of my hold. “I can walk.”

“I’d say I’d love to see you try, but I don’t care to drag you down the hall when you bust it.”

“Not gonna fall.”

“Let’s just get you inside,” I said, finally getting the door open. As I hauled him in, I said over my shoulder, “Night.”

“Try to behave—” Donovan’s words were cut off as the door slammed shut behind us.

Caleb rested his head against mine as I led him over to the couch, and now that we were finally alone, I could drop the act that apparently had sent him over the edge.

“Someone’s been a very naughty boy tonight,” I said.

“Your fault.”

“Oh yeah? Care to tell me how?” I went to lower him onto the leather cushion, but he twisted out of my grasp, stumbling into the coffee table before righting himself.

“Eeeverybody wants you. And you want eeeverybody.”

Amusement crooked my lips. While I knew he’d wake up regretting all of this tomorrow, tequila had brought the jealousy out of Caleb, and as fucked up as it was, I liked it. It was also cute as hell, because even several sheets to the wind, no one could compare to him in my eyes. He had to know that. Maybe it’d get through to him when he was sober.

For now, I’d play along, because tequila was apparently truth serum.

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