Charlotte turned to meet Darrin’s gaze. “What are you doing here?”
Darrin’s eyes were on Brady, then moved slowly to Charlotte. “Got home early, and your folks said you were here. Since when do you party?”
She felt Brady’s hands drop from her hips, and felt his fingertips brush the back of her arms, lighting small fires on every goosebump before they disappeared completely. “Well, I don’t, but Rose was invited by Jesse Sinclair, and so we were making sure she was safe—”
“Rose is here with Jesse,” he deadpanned. His eyes darted around the room until they stopped in a corner. Without looking at Charlotte, he gave her an order. “My car is outside, go get in and I’ll be right out.”
“What? Why—”
“I said go get in the car, Charlotte.”
“Hey,” Brady said, “we’re all okay, n
