“Where is Cartwright?” I ask, realizing I haven’t seen him lately. “Did we leave him in the woods?” “He had to put out the fire,” Carter mutters, easing back on my hips and looking down at me. “For sure,” Brianna volunteers, flashing us both an innocent smile. “Gotta put out those dangerous fires.” Carter shakes his head at her, climbing off me. “Fucking cockblock.” “You’ll thank me tomorrow when she’s sober,” she advises him. “Don’t count on it,” he
