They all nudge their heads at her. It’s half of the basketball team and football team out here with their girlfriends or their girls for the night. I know I promised Betty I would let loose and have a good night tonight, but now that Poppy is here, I don’t want to get too stupid. I need to somehow sneak past the fact that Betty is always the one feeding us drinks throughout the night.

“So.” Betty takes a seat on the chair beside Poppy. “How much do you think your brother is going to hate her after he finds out that she brought you here?”

“My brother doesn’t hate people,” Poppy says, and I ignore Betty’s attempt at stirring the pot. “He simply doesn’t care.”

I watch as people dance around the place, drinking and snorting. It becomes painfully obvious how much Poppy has had to drink, so around the three-hour mark, I take her by the hand and pull her to her feet. “I’m going.”

Betty flicks the rolled up hundred-dollar bill at me, wriggling her ass on her take-home for the night. “Oh, come on, Rubs. Have fun!”

“I’m taking her home. You coming or not?”

Betty shakes her head slowly, and even though I already knew she was staying behind, I wanted to triple-check.

“Betty…” I know no one will hurt her here, mainly because they all know she is practically my sister and well… everyone knows who my dad is. “Are. You. Sure?”

Peter, the guy she is currently sitting on, waves me off. “Come on, Rubs. You know I’ve got her.”

I smile down at him sweetly. You better.

Tucking Poppy beneath my arm, I start directing her out of the house and through the same way we came. Finding Oscar near my car, I rub my finger and thumb together to gesture my keys and he tosses them at me just as a loud Harley guns it down the street, slowing to a stop behind Oscar’s car. When his long body rolls off the bike, I unlock my car and push the button to open the doors.

“Hey…”

Wicked looks straight past me and brings his hands to his sister’s face, forcing her up to look at him. “How much has she had to drink?”

“A bit…” I admit, tossing my keys into the car.

“And you?” When he turns around to face me, I feel my heart speed up in my chest.

“Um, none since being here. Once I realized how much she had, I stopped.”

He drags his eyes away from me and carefully puts her into the back seat of the car, pushing the button for my door.

Oscar looks between Wicked and me before backing up slowly and slipping back into his car. Now it’s just he and I, and—I expect his anger.