May Contain Wine (SWAT Generation 2.0 Book 5) by Vale Lani Lynn & Vale Lani Lynn

Author:Vale, Lani Lynn & Vale, Lani Lynn [Vale, Lani Lynn]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2020-05-11T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

When you make me mad, I look at your photo through a fork and pretend you’re in jail. It heals me spiritually.

-Text from Calloway to Louis

Calloway

What felt like hours later, I felt myself being lifted from my spot.

“Thanks, man. My leg was going to sleep,” I heard Ares say.

I didn’t bother opening my eyes. Couldn’t really, even if I wanted to. I was just that tired.

“Glad I found the keys,” Louis mumbled.

“What’s wrong with her?” a familiar voice asked.

I peeled my eyes open by sheer force of will to see Malachi standing there with a worried look on his face.

“Nothing,” Louis answered. “She’s just tired.”

Malachi frowned, his eyes meeting mine.

So I decided for levity and stuck my tongue out at him.

He grinned. “She’s awake.”

Louis’ head tipped down, his eyes amused.

“You want to walk?” he asked curiously.

I shook my head. “Not particularly. Oh, and I’m also freezing my ass off. That bathroom tiled floor was cold as hell.”

In fact, I couldn’t feel my ass.

“I have a hoodie in the truck, I think. It might not be clean,” he said as he led us out of the bathroom.

As we moved through the now mostly empty bar, I saw a few familiar faces.

Downy was talking to my dad and Luke by the front door that we were heading toward. Nico was talking to his boys by the bar—both of which had beers in their hands.

Michael, Foster, and Miller were bellied up to the bar reaching for beers.

“Y’all were all worried about drinking tonight, and look where it left you,” Ares said as she walked up to Hayes and pressed herself against him.

Hayes wrapped his arm around Ares’ shoulder and pressed a light kiss on her cheek. Ares pouted at him, but he jerked his head in the direction of her dad. “Yeah, I’m not doing any more of that until I get home.”

I snickered. “Wiener.”

Hayes’ eyes came to me where I was being held bridal style in Louis’ arms.

“So you pick locks?” he asked curiously.

I patted Louis’ arm. As much as I liked being there, and despite being tired as hell still, I didn’t like appearing lazy in front of half the police department.

“Put me down, please,” I whispered.

Louis did but didn’t remove his arm from around my waist.

“I pick locks because these guys said that I couldn’t.” I gestured to Louis, Booth, and Bourne since they were closest.

“Hey,” Booth said upon hearing my comment. “I’ll have you know that it wasn’t me that said you couldn’t. I knew you could.”

“We all knew you could,” Louis rumbled from behind me.

I grinned.

“You really shouldn’t be carrying that lockpick around,” Dad muttered. “One day it’s gonna get you in trouble.”

Maybe. Maybe not.

But what was the point of having a lock kit if you couldn’t carry it around?

“What took y’all so long to get here?” I asked. “I was in that bathroom for what felt like forever.”

“It was an hour,” Louis said with amusement, his arm moving so that I was covering his front a little better.

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