“Where’s Toby?” I spit, feeling even more flustered than I was when I bolted from the house and hating that he’s witnessing me being less than focused and composed. “Fighting off the hangover from hell.” A smirk twitches at his lips, and it tells me everything I need to know. “You got him wasted so he couldn’t pick me up, didn’t you?” “I didn’t know he was definitely going to pick you up so… call it a lucky break.” “You’re driving his car,” I point out. “Well done, Hellion. Nothing gets past you, does it?” “You’re infuriating.” His threatening smile finally emerges, as if he’s actually pleased
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