Walking Red Flag (Ocean View #2)

by Morgan Elizabeth

“Okay, honey. I think it’s time to get you into bed,” I say, helping her to stand from the stool. “Where are you going?” The groom—Luke—says, stepping in front of me like some kind of bossy big brother. Seems this crew is tight. “She needs to sleep this off.” “We can take her home.” Luke tips his head to Cassie. “Man, this is not the night you want to be dealing with a drunk girl. She is one hundred percent going to get sick.” Even though she’s nearly as gone as Gabi, Cassie looks concerned. The concern is sobering her a bit. “She doesn’t drink. Not this much, at least. And she hasn’t drunk even a glass of wine since she broke her wrist. I should have… shit. I should have thought of that and stopped her.” “Not your fault, sweetheart. She’s having fun. We’ll take her back to her place.” “She can’t be alone tonight,” I say, a strange sense of protectiveness and worry coming over me. “She drank way too much and is recovering from an injury. It’s a recipe for disaster.” “We’ll—” “Look, nothing will happen; I’m going to take her to my place, keep an eye on her. I’m an ER doctor. I’ve seen this exact thing go bad way too many times to walk away.” “The fuck you are. We don’t even know you,” Luke says. “Ben knows me.” I tip my head to my friend. “He invited me here to meet you guys. Seriously, nothing is going to happen. Doctor, remember? Ben can vouch for me.” “He’s a good guy, Luke. Nothing will happen if he says nothing will happen.” “I’m not cool with this.” “You don’t have to...