I sighed, slipping an arm around her waist to hold her up so I could shut the door and lock her car. “You should’ve called me.”
I was probably way over the legal limit myself, but I would’ve made someone take me to her. Luna hated it when I’d driven drunk in the past, so I never expected her to do it.
I practically had to carry her inside, her feet dragging as I helped her up the steps. Everyone glanced up as we walked in, and I was relieved when Ryder got to his feet to help.
“I’ve got her,” he offered, and as much as I wanted to argue, it would be a lot easier for him to take her. He hooked an arm under her legs and back, lifting her against his chest to carry her up to my room, and I gave Mom a pleading look on my way past.
“Don’t tell Archer or Lexi.”
“Honey, she’s so drunk she can’t even stand up on her own.” She sighed, frustration in her gaze. “She shouldn’t have been anywhere near the driver’s seat.”
“I know. I’ll talk to her about it. Please, don’t…”
“Riley,” she bit out, surprising me. Mom rarely got mad at me. “If you were doing something reckless like that and her parents knew about it, I’d expect them to inform me. I’m not going to keep this from them. I’m sorry.”
Archer would flip his shit. He’d definitely take her car away. Being safe on the road was the one rule we all had, so they had no problem taking them away from us for reckless behavior.
I didn’t bother arguing, turning around and heading up to my room to find Ryder tucking Luna under the covers. “She’s out cold. Why the hell did she get that drunk?” he murmured, standing back to stare at her. “Is Mom going to rat her out?”
“Yep. Archer’s probably going to show up soon and drag her home,” I grumbled, looking up at him. “Thanks for putting her in bed.”
“It’s okay. I’m glad she got here in one piece,” he answered, kissing the top of my head. “I’ll make sure Blake’s set up in her own room. It’s a bit cramped in here.”
“Thanks, Ry.” I smiled, waiting for him to leave the room before I locked the door and turned to face Luna. She was snoring softly, her brown hair tangled and her shirt twisted.
I grabbed a shirt and some sweats to get changed into, figuring she was in a deep enough sleep for me to just change in the room. I slid my hoodie over my head, stripped down to my panties, and quickly pulled my sweats and shirt on, then I switched off the light and climbed into bed behind her.
She surprisingly shuffled back against me as I dropped an arm around her middle, and I placed a quick kiss on her shoulder as I got comfortable.
“Sweet dreams, Lou.”
* * *
I woke to the sound of someone trying to unlock my door. I glanced at my phone to see it wasn’t even seven in the morning yet, and since no one called out to me, I knew it wasn’t my family.
I silently climbed out of bed, grabbing my bat from the floor before creeping towards the door, gripping it firmly in my hands as I swung it back, ready to swing at the intruder. I reached out to flip the lock, yanking the door open, and swinging the bat hard.
Archer’s hand snapped out and grabbed it before it could connect with his head, annoyance in his gaze. “Don’t you check before swinging?”
“No. Those few seconds could result in me or Luna getting hurt instead of a predator,” I hissed, my heartbeat hammering as I tried to calm down. “What the fuck are you doing trying to break into my room?”
“She’s lucky I didn’t come over here last night and drag her ass home. She’s grounded for fucking life,” he threw back, looking over my shoulder and seeming surprised to see her sleeping peacefully in my bed. “Why’s she in your bed? I swear to god, if you…”
“I’m not going to corrupt your daughter and magically make her gay,” I deadpanned, leaning against the doorframe and placing my bat beside me. “She always sleeps in my bed. I have control, unlike that dumbass boyfriend of hers.”
I had no idea if he was pushy with her, but I got those vibes from him, so I was rolling with it.
“Thatdumbassboyfriend called me last night, freaking out that she’d gone missing. He said they’d been drinking and he’d passed out, but when he woke up she’d vanished. Did she mention why she left?” he asked, making me snort.
“You really believe him? Luna wouldn’t drive in that state without a damn good reason. He only called you to cover his own ass. I bet he did something.”
He rubbed his temples, glancing back at her sleeping form. “You need to let it go, Riley.”
“Let what go?” I demanded, motioning to her. “Look at her. She was so fucking drunk last night that Ryder found her asleep in her car out front. He had to carry her up here because she couldn’t stand up. She doesn’t just go for drunken drives to clear her head. She had to be running from him.”
He pinned me with a firm look, but his voice was low. “I mean, you need to let their relationship go. I know you like her more than a friend, but you can't just make him out to be the bad guy to break them up. I don’t like him that much either, but he doesn’t hurt her and she’s happy with him.”
“You honestly think that’s my problem? I’m jealous?” I growled, but he observed her, not bothering to fight with me about it.