CHAPTER 49
JESS
Grabbing my things, I let Tom drape an arm over my shoulder and lead me out of the house. Outside was crisp and fresh and took away the bit of the drunken haze I was in before falling into the pool. I needed to thank Tiffany, actually, for getting my ass. sober. Now, I was a little worried that in my moment of triumph, I might have miscalculated how drunk Tom was and second- guessed this drive home. In the worst–case scenario, I would just drive.
When we reached the truck, my heart skipped a beat. Luke was leaning against it, his arms crossed and an unreadable expression on his face. I wanted to ask him what sort of ninja dust he carries around because I didn’t see him walk out of the house, but then again, it was Luke–probably drifted outside on a cloud of smoke and rage.
“Dude, what do you think you’re doing?” Tom slurred, trying to sound tough but failing miserably. His words were thick and unsteady.
Luke’s eyes didn’t leave Tom. “Taking Jess home. You’re too drunk to drive.”
Tom stepped forward, fumbling for his keys. “I’m taking Jess home.” His voice wavered as he tried to maintain his balance.
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Luke didn’t move, his cold, brooding gaze fixed on Tom. He was calm–almost too calm–which made me uneasy. I couldn’t
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figure him out, and the uncertainty gnawed at me.
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