Page 26 of Bully Billionaire Dragon

Rolling my eyes, I shoulder past TJ and make my way back into the Sitting Duck.

Once inside, my eyes zero in on Shane.

My stomach deflates as I spot him chugging a beer as TJ’s friends cheer him on.

“Chug! Chug! Chug!” they all call out in between laughs.

Shane finishes the beer and I hear hoots and hollers.

“You’re the man, Shane.”

“No way he chugged more beers than Pat. They’ve got to go again,” Damon calls out.

“No man, look at him, he’sdrunk-drunk,” Liam points out.

Running to my brother’s side, I catch him as he starts to fall out of the booth.

“What did you guys do to him?” I demand. “He’s barely conscious.”

Holding on to my brother, I can’t believe these people would let him drink as much as he has. I know Shane is a grown man, but honestly, these people are terrible influences on him.

“He bet he could outdrink, Pat and it looks like he did,” Lex shrugs.

I glare at the men I am suing. They are despicable.

“How am I supposed to get home now?” I ask no one in particular.

“I can drive you two,” TJ enthuses.

“Why would you drive her home?” Damon asks with wide eyes.

“Shane clearly needs a ride, and they live together at the moment, so I might as well drive her, too,” TJ explains.

I look at TJ.

Why is he acting like he had not just offered to drive me home anyway five minutes ago?

My brows scrunch together, but Shane and I really need to get home, so I nod. “Fine, but no detours.”

TJ holds his hands over his heart. “Cross my heart. I’ll get you home in one piece.”

I want to roll my eyes for what has to be the millionth time today, but I refrain. TJ is doing me a solid, even if I’d rather anyone else was driving.

“My car's at the office, we can walk there together.”

I grumble, “Really? I might as well walk home.”

TJ snickers. “It would be a long walk for you and Mr. Drunk Guy over here.”

TJ has a point, but I just toss my hair over my shoulder and walk towards the exit.

The night air is cool as the three of us walk slowly toward Druk Technologies.

Shane has an arm draped over TJ’s shoulder as the pair walk ahead of me. I watch the two of them. Shane is putting most of his weight on TJ, but TJ is having no trouble holding him up. If I didn’t know any better, I would think TJ is a good guy just helping a friend, but knowing TJ, he is just helping Shane to keep up his savior act.

“TJ, you’re the best,” Shane slurs out once we are a block away from the Sitting Duck.

“He sure thinks he is,” I mutter under my breath.

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