The Roommate Agreement by Hart Emma

Author:Hart, Emma [Hart, Emma]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub, mobi
Publisher: Emma Hart
Published: 2019-03-25T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTEEN – JAY

The Liquor Cupboard Should Always Be Stocked

Tipsy Shelby was a fucking hoot.

Let that be noted. She was a total party after three glasses of wine, but tonight she’d had four. After the disaster that was Grams bringing out the old photo albums after dinner, Shelby had finally had enough wine to tip her over the edge of the stress she’d been holding tight in her shoulders the last few days.

Now, sadly, it was my job to get her into the elevator and into bed.

And I was stone-cold sober.

She was currently giggling in the passenger seat while looking at her phone. It could have been anything from cats jumping onto other items of furniture to people falling over or even the general news. She needed this downtime. She worked so hard for so little, so much for other people that I didn’t begrudge her this giggly time at all.

She’d be fine when she woke up tomorrow.

Still, I had to get her out of this truck.

I pulled up into my usual parking space and glanced over at her. She was still giggling, and she typed as she did so. I frowned at her for a second before I got out of the truck and walked around to her side.

“All right, you, come here.” I held out both of my hands for her to grab so she could jump down from the cab. “Let’s go.”

Shelby looked up from her phone, her eyes wide and ever-so-slightly glazed. “Are we at home?”

“We’re home, Chardonnay-girl,” I replied, gripping her wrists and guiding her down from the truck. “And you need to write tomorrow, so it’s time for bed.”

She jumped down from the truck, her flats silently hitting the sidewalk. “Really? It’s bedtime?”

“Sure is. Mom and Grams opened a bottle too many tonight, huh?” I wrapped one arm around her body and held her against me, ignoring the way she seemed to slot against me like she was made for me.

“No, shush.” She held one finger against her lips and burst into giggles. “I can walk, I promise. I’m not as drunk as Grams. I can handle an elevator.”

I seriously doubted that. It took a hell of a lot to get my grandmother drunk, and she was nowhere near this tipsy when we left. “Well, just in case.”

I selected the key on the ring with one hand and put in the code for the building, hauling Shelby in with me. She almost tripped on the tiny step inside, but she grabbed hold of my shirt, fisting the material, and giggled again.

I shook my head, wrapping my arm around her a little tighter, and pressed the button on the elevator.

Shelby hiccupped.

My family was a terrible influence on her.

“Water and aspirin when we get upstairs, okay?” I looked down at her.

She looked up at me with her brown eyes widening. “I’m not that drunk, Jay.”

“You’ll still thank me in the morning. I’ll even make you breakfast.”

“As long as it’s not bacon,” she muttered. “It’s not normally possible, but you made bacon taste bad.

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