Page 9 of Primal God

He moves to the other side of João, taking some of the weight off my shoulder.

“Let’s get him inside so he can sleep this off.”

We walk João into the house, who doesn’t even stir. He’s probably going to feel this in the morning, and he’ll deserve it. I still can’t believe he got this drunk!

“Did you know there would be alcohol at the party you took my son to tonight?”

I glance around João to look at Dr. Santos.

“Me? Are you serious? It was his idea to go to the party. It was at Billy Miller’s house. You know,hisformer teammate and fraternity bro, or whatever you want to call it.”

Dr. Santos is silent as we walk João up the stairs. João’s room is away from the nursery, so at least I don’t have to worry aboutwaking the twins. João groans as we lay him on the bed, but doesn’t wake up.

“What did he drink tonight?”

“A few beers.”

I definitely don’t mention that his son also smoked two joints.

“And you?”

I hold up my hands. “Nothing, I swear. I’m not big on the whole underaged drinking thing.”

Dr. Santos hums under his breath but says nothing.

“I should go. Tell João I’ll call him in the morning.”

“How are you getting home?”

I bite the inside of my cheek, debating if I should be honest or not.

Finally, I say, “I’m taking a bus back to campus.”

That’s a very mild truth. I have to walk down the long driveway to the main street. From there, I have to go a few blocks to the rural bus stop. The bus doesn’t go to the campus this late, so when I get off, I’ll have to walk nearly a mile to get to the campus.

He scowls. “You can’t take the bus this late. Just stay here.”

“I can’t. I have class in the morning.”

His scowl deepens. “Then going to a party wasn’t a smart idea, was it?”

“I wanted to see my boyfriend, and I sure as heck didn’t know he was going to get wasted and insist we stay two hours later than I wanted.”

He doesn’t have a response to that. Jerk!

Finally he says, “I’ll drive you.”

“What? No! It’s too far. The bus is fine, I swear.”

“No, it’s not. Come.”

The command has me following him. I glance back at João, who’s still passed out. Even if he woke up right now, he’s in no shape to drive. And I’m tired. All I want to do is go to bed.

Biting back a sigh, I follow Dr. Santos down the stairs. He stops at the table near the front door, grabbing his keys and slipping into his loafers. It should look ridiculous with his sweatpants, but doesn’t.

In the garage, he goes to the jet-black Aston Martin DBS Coupe. I stop when he unlocks the door with the key fob.

“That’s your car?”

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