“Mmm. No. I’m good.” Lucky nuzzled against me. “Unless you want to get naked. I might need a minute though,” he said with a snicker.
Gage took off his hat and spun it around the back. “Naked?”
“Shut up.”
Gage grinned and went for Lucky’s other arm.
It took us three tries, but we finally were able to haul him upward using the wall and a lot of swearing. Thank God no one else came down the stairs or through the door.
“Holy shit, what does this guy do? Live in the gym?” Gage looped Lucky’s arm around his neck.
I did the same and wrinkled my nose. He needed a shower and a bed. And right now, I didn’t really care which order it happened in. “What do they say? Muscle is heavier than fat?”
Gage grunted. “Jesus.”
We stumbled our way down the single step and almost lost him to the cement sidewalk.
I wrapped my arm around Lucky’s back and gripped his belt. “Would be nice if you helped,” I growled at him.
Suddenly, Lucky stood up straight. “What’s going on? Hey.” His green eyes went all glassy and happy as he peered down at me. “Did you change your mind?”
My chest went tight. Dammit, why did he have to be so adorable? I didn’t do adorable. “Get in the car, Thor.”
“I love when you’re grouchy. Did you know that?” His smile was wide and soft as only a drunken male could be. “Not sure what that sezz about,” he hiccupped, “me.” He shook his head and squinted at Lucille. “Hey, the car.” He swiveled his head so fast Gage had to catch him.
“Okay. I can’t pick you up off the ground, big guy.”
Lucky weaved a bit, but he stood on his own for a second. “Where’s Luna and Caleb? The proposal. Edward!” He lifted his arms up as if he’d scored a goal and almost fell on his face.
I grabbed his arm then gave Gage a look. “Don’t ask.”
“Gotcha.” He put his arms on Lucky’s shoulders and steered him to my car.
Rushing after them, I opened the door and shoved the seat forward. “In we go.”
“Oh, look at that.” Lucky patted my head. “It’s big enough for me.”
“It sure is.”
We twisted him into the backseat. I folded his long-ass tree trunk legs into the back, then
sagged against the side of the car to catch my breath.
“Holy shit.” Gage bent at the waist. “I think I pulled something.”
“Really?”
He grinned and waved me off. “No. Well, maybe a little, but nothing a hot shower won’t cure. Think he needs a cold one.”
“Icy.”
Gage dragged me in for a hug. “He’s a good guy.”
I stiffened. I was beginning to see that, and I didn’t know what to think about it. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Oh, nothing.” Gage peered into the backseat. “Think he’s safe back there?”
“Safe enough to get to his place.” I dragged up my hair into a messy bun. “Speaking of… You wouldn’t know where he lives, would you?”