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Her cheeks are flushed, but her eyes are steady on me. She doesn’t look
drunk.
Why did I let Trey bait me like that? Ryen wouldn’t do something as
reckless as get wasted and follow someone upstairs. I was just looking for a
reason to hit him.
And then I look at the guy standing behind her and notice that it’s Ten.
It takes a moment, but I finally make the connection. Blond hair, blue
shirt… He’s the guy from the video.
Dammit. So I charged over here to beat up a guy who’s probably more
attracted to me than Ryen. Great.
“Hey!” Trey shouts, standing up. “He stole my watch!”
I stay rooted in place, but I take out my phone and shoot a text to Dane
that I’ll probably be arrested. He’ll know what to do.
The music cuts off, and a cop comes around, standing between Trey and
me.
“What are you doing here, son?” he asks me.
“Just partying.”
“He has my watch,” Trey grits out.
But I just shrug. “Search me. I don’t have anything.”
Trey comes in close, invading my space and glaring at me, but the cop
pushes him back. “You’re in enough trouble,” he tells him. “Stand back.”
But Trey is a wall. He doesn’t come closer, but he stays rooted.
“He wasn’t invited, he started a fight, and he stole my watch,” he says
again.
My lips lift in a small smile.
The cop looks to me. “What’s your name?”
“I don’t know.”
“Where do you live?”