Play Mine (Brooklyn Dawn #3) - Cari Quinn Page 0,55

work for me.

Zane was sitting on the trunk in a yoga cross-legged pose, his eyes closed.

Damn man could meditate anywhere. I wished I had an ounce of his chill. Especially now with my nerves jangling and my annoyance level at an all-time high. The day had started out amazing and had quickly hit the crapper at epic levels.

Cooper caught up with me, his long fingers encircling my upper arm. “Would you just talk to me?”

“Talk? You were too busy,” I dropped my voice, “going for inappropriate kisses.”

“Well, I’ll agree that our kisses aren’t appropriate, but only because they immediately lead me to want to get you naked. Every time.”

I widened my eyes. “Dammit, he’s right there.”

“And he has good hearing.”

I spun around to find Zane with one eye open. “As if we didn’t know you left Purgatory to get naked? Please.”

“Would you get off my car, man?” Cooper demanded. He pulled his hand away from me to stuff them in his pockets.

Zane slid off the car. “Took you long enough. I thought the photogs were going to find the car.”

“Again, you’re welcome.”

Zane rolled his eyes. “Look, as much as I would normally enjoy this little lover’s tiff and you guys trying to hide your newly formed relationship, I’d really like to get home.”

“You need to call Lila.” Cooper’s voice was barely above a growl.

“I don’t want to. She’s going to literally kill me with those frosty eyes of hers.” Zane used two fingers to mime laser beams out of his eyes. “Dead.”

“More dead if she has to find you,” I quipped.

I was no stranger to the death rays of our manager, but she was also a fair…boss? Did we have bosses? Well, we had contracts, so I guess kind of. And I’d barely been out of probation when my less-than-stellar past had come out to bite me.

“I’ll do it from my house.”

I shook my head. “No way. You guys are going to tell me what the heck is going on. I’m not some sheltered kid.”

Zane’s shoulders sagged. “Can we do this in the car at least?”

“Yes.” Cooper hit the remote in his pocket and the locks disengaged. He opened my door.

I resisted the urge to tell him I could get in the car myself. That was just me being catty.

“You. Hang on a second.” He pointed at Zane and went to the trunk. He came back with a thick, scratchy-looking blanket and spread it out on the backseat before he held his arm out for Zane. “Roll down the window.”

“You’re a hateful human,” Zane muttered.

“I love my car. And you smell like a three-week bender with Oz at his cabin.”

Zane gave himself a sniff and wrinkled his nose. “Fair.” Then he climbed in.

We all rolled down our windows, and Cooper flicked on the fan.

Zane leaned forward and tapped my shoulder. “Can I use your phone?”

Great, I’d be the one who looked like I had to call Lila. With a half sigh, I unlocked the screen and handed him my phone.

“Should we talk about what you’re going to tell her first?” Cooper asked as he backed down the alleyway to another side street.

He knew Brooklyn as well as a native. In fact, he’d showed me hideyholes I didn’t know of, and I lived there.

“I don’t have any freaking details to tell her. I can’t remember jack.” Zane toyed with my phone.

I turned around. “Nothing?”

He slid his gaze to me then away. “Yeah.”

I turned my attention to Cooper, who was staring stonily through the windshield.

“Want to give me a clue?”

“It’s supposition,” he snapped.

“You’re a lawyer now?” My voice rose. I was trying not to flip out, but I hated when people lied to me.

“Look, it’s just a guess. And we have no proof. Well, except that Z has absolutely no recollection about last night, and he only had two drinks.”

I twisted to face Zane. “Are you sure?”

He nodded. “Just a beer and a mixed drink.”

I frowned. “You aren’t much for those.”

“No.” He swallowed. “It was the one on the table that Cooper got.”

There was white noise in my head for a full minute. “Wait, my drink? Those drinks are mostly sugary something with a bit of rum. That shouldn’t do anything to you.”

“No. It shouldn’t.” Cooper’s voice was flat and hard.

“Are you sure you weren’t with anyone else? Tried something?” I asked hopefully, even though I knew the answer. Zane was a straighter arrow than anyone I knew. I was pretty sure he’d maybe done some pot here and there. Anything more