All Consuming (Brotherhood by Fire #3) -Jaci Burton Page 0,73
Lyft driver. He’s taking us all home tonight.”
“Okay. Hang on a sec.” He walked Hannah over to the sofa and sat her down, then leaned over to whisper to her. “Don’t go anywhere, okay?”
She smiled up at him, then tried to pat his face and missed. “You are so hot.”
He grinned. “Thanks. Stay here, okay? I’ll be right back.”
“Okay.”
He walked outside where the Lyft driver, Jeff, was sitting in the car. Jeff rolled down the window.
“Handling them all right?”
“They’re fine. Tipsy, but they seem to be having a good time. They sang to me. I’ll make sure they all get home okay.”
“Good. Thanks. I’ll call their husbands and let them know you’re in the process of safely delivering them.”
“You got it.”
Kal smiled. Jeff seemed like a good guy, but he wanted to make sure no one was going to take advantage of a group of drunk women.
He held the door open for the women, who slid inside. Veronica grasped his arm.
“Take care of my girl,” she said.
“I will. Say hi to Eddie for me.”
She kissed his cheek. “I’ll do that. Come by and see us sometime.”
“I’ll definitely do that.”
He closed the door and watched as Jeff slowly backed down the driveway, then went inside.
He texted Eddie, Carl and Ray and let them know to expect delivery of their inebriated wives, then went back inside, only to find a path of discarded clothes instead of Hannah.
Like a trail of bread crumbs, he picked up one red high heel in the living room, another one in the kitchen, a blouse at the entrance to the stairs, a bracelet on the landing, a bra hanging over the bannister, a skirt at the top of the stairs and a pair of panties at the entrance to his bedroom.
At least she’d managed to find the right bedroom, so maybe she wasn’t as drunk as he’d thought.
He was also thankful that Jackson and Becks were out tonight. Surely, Hannah wouldn’t have done her striptease in front of them.
Then again, he’d done some weird shit when he’d been drunk. In front of more people than that.
He opened the door to the bedroom to find Hannah lying on her back on his bed. He laid her clothes on the chair, then approached the bed. Even without the light on he heard her deep, even breathing, and could tell she was asleep.
He shook his head and smiled, then pulled the covers back to tuck the blanket up to her chin. He kissed her forehead.
“I wanted to tell you something,” she whispered.
He sat on the side of the bed and smoothed her hair back. “Sure. What is it?”
“Something . . . portant. ’Bout you and me. And stuff.”
He waited, but she snuggled into the pillow and that was it. She was out.
He wondered what she’d wanted to talk about. It seemed important enough to have the driver bring her here.
Then again, she was drunk. And who knew what had been in her head?
Either way, he wasn’t going to get any answers tonight.
He got up and closed the bedroom door, went downstairs and grabbed his phone and called Paige to let her know where Hannah was, and what condition she was in.
Paige laughed. “How drunk?”
“Pretty drunk, from what I can tell. We only had a short conversation before she went upstairs and passed out cold in my bed.”
He heard Paige’s sigh. “Poor Hannah. She’s been so stressed this week. I told her to relax. I guess she really did.”
Kal laughed. “Apparently.”
“Her car is at Veronica’s, and I think she mentioned she had a ten a.m. hair appointment tomorrow.”
“Not a problem. I’m on shift tomorrow anyway, so I have to be up early. I’ll drive her to Veronica’s to pick up her car.”
“Thanks, Kal. I appreciate you taking care of her.”
“Sure. I’ll talk to you soon, Paige.”
He clicked off and laid his phone down, then went into the living room to turn off the game he’d been playing. He headed to the kitchen to fix himself a glass of water, glancing upstairs to his bedroom.
What he really wanted to do was go upstairs, strip off his clothes and wrap his body around the woman in his bed. The woman who was passed out naked in his bed.
Instead, he grabbed his glass, went into the living room and turned on the TV, figuring he’d watch sports for a while until he got tired.
He already knew he wasn’t going to get tired for a very long time.