Hunter reached around her and turned the knob. “Come on. We’ll find Quinn and go catch a movie or something.”
She sucked in a breath to protest. “But we have to—”
He rolled his eyes and cut her off. “All right, all right, you get Quinn. I’ll take a walk through and ‘warn’ Chris if I see him.” He sounded as though he were volunteering to change the litter box. “Meet me at the car.”
Quinn was making out with the Latino guy in the corner of the living room. They weren’t being subtle about it, either—his hand was up her shirt.
Becca jerked her eyes away. What the hell was she supposed to do with that?
Then again, they were in the middle of the living room. Not like she couldn’t walk right up to them. Becca edged closer. Hopefully, Quinn would feel the heat radiating from her cheeks and look up.
No such luck.
Once she was close enough to yell over the music, Becca said, “Hey. Quinn. I think we need to leave.”
Quinn didn’t even break the liplock. She just reached into her pocket, pulled out Becca’s keys, and held them out.
Wow.
Becca took her keys, but fidgeted. She cleared her throat. “Aren’t you ... ah ... supposed to be staying at my house?”
“Don’t worry about it.” Quinn broke free. Her cheeks were flushed, leaving her eyes bright and her voice breathy. “Rafe will drive me home.”
Rafe. Seriously?
He mumbled something against Quinn’s neck that sounded like, “Yeah, later.” But at least his hands had found their way to the outside of her clothes.
“Quinn ...” Becca hesitated, not wanting to mortify her friend, but not wanting to leave her with some guy who seemed determined to get into her pants right here in the middle of the McKay living room. “Do you even know this guy’s last name?”
Quinn’s eyes lit with irritation—and maybe a little embarrassment. “Gee, Bex, do you know Hunter’s?”
Oops. Touché. Becca looked away. “That’s a little different.”
Rafe lifted his head and grinned. “It’s Gutierrez.”
Quinn clapped him on the shoulder. “There you go.” She flashed annoyed eyes at Becca. “I’m good.”
Becca stared at her for a long moment, then opened her mouth to protest again. “I’m just trying to make sure you’re okay—”
“Jesus, Becca,” said Quinn. “I have a mother.”
Rafe turned his head and looked at Becca. “She’s all right,” he said. “I’ll get her home.”
To his credit, he appeared straight sober. He was one of the first guys she hadn’t smelled alcohol on all night. He had a sexy smile, too, and his tongue did nice things to his R’s.
“I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” said Quinn. She traced a finger down the side of Rafe’s cheek. He obligingly leaned in to kiss her again.
Becca shoved the keys into her pocket. “Whatever. Have fun.”
were talking, their voices carrying, though she couldn’t get any words yet.
She stood frozen, feeling danger though she couldn’t identify why. Casper ran in circles around them, stopping every lap to growl.
Then the men drew close enough to the fire drum for her to begin to make out features.
Tyler. Seth.
And five other guys.