He winked at me before dropping himself off the side of the banister. The shattering bottle and the loud thump of his body weight hitting the hardwood floor was enough to make some girls rush into the foyer and scream for help. Like clockwork, their cries brought Zach and Luke into the foyer, and I could already picture the annoyed look on their faces. I snagged the sandwich and watched them help Presley, who was faking a sprained ankle, to the couch.
