Read A Courtesy Call (Green Division Series Book #2) for Free Online

cement covered deck.
     
    “You need to learn your limit girl.”
     
    “The cement is my limit.”  Raleigh laughed at herself.
     
    “No more Jose for you.”
     
    “Did you say more Jose for me?  Where is he?”
     
    Jen couldn’t help but laugh. 
     
    “Jack come here.”  Jen called to one of the handful of people at their little pool party.  “Give me a hand getting her drunk ass inside.”
     
    Jen and Jack brought Raleigh inside.  Jen was nice enough to help change Raleigh’s very intoxicated ass and then put her on the couch.
     
    “By the way…”  Raleigh pulled the covers up over her.  “If anyone calls and asks, you were in Maine this weekend and you didn’t see anything.”
     
    “What?”  Jen didn’t understand.
     
    “You were in Maine.  The police might call or something.”
     
    “What?!”  Jen stepped back.  “The police?  You used my name again?”
     
    “There’s no sense in talking to her right now.”  Jack piped up.  “You can verbally berate her tomorrow.”
     
    “Oh, you bet I’m going to.  I can’t believe you Raleigh!”
     
    “Just your first name, they prolly won’t even figure it out.  I love you.”  Raleigh puckered her lips.
     
    “Yeah, well, I don’t love you right now.”
     
    “Where is she?”  Aiden opened the front door and hurried into the living room.
     
    “Let’s go.”  Jack put his arm around Jen.  “Thanks for coming Aiden.  She’s on the couch.  Good luck.” 
     
    “How much has she had to drink?”
     
    “That bottle of Jose on the counter, without any help.”    Aiden looked over at the large bottle.
     
    “In how long?”
     
    “Maybe two hours.”
     
    “Bollucks.”  It wasn’t possible for her to drink that amount and still be coherent.
     
    Jen and Jack exited without further argument.
     
    “You are more than a full-time job.”  Aiden looked down upon her.
     
    “Why do you keep moving?  Stay still!”  She laughed.  Aiden stood as still as a statue in front of her.
     
    “This is going to be another long night, isn’t it?  I deserve a raise.”
     
    “You’re my best friend.”  She smiled at him.
     
    “That’s sad,” Aiden said under his breath.  Truth was, she’d become his best friend too.   It was sad that he was twenty-three taking care of her, she who was thirty-two.  It was clear who the mature adult was in their relationship.  “What happened after I dropped you off?”
     
    “Nothing.” 
     
    “There has been a lot of nothing going on these past few days,” he said.  “You’re smashed.  There is only one reason you drink.  At least this time you stayed home.”
     
    “They wouldn’t take me to town.”  She scrunched her eyebrows.
     
    “They’ve brightened up.”
     
    Aiden retrieved a bottle of water, Alka-Seltzer, and a waste basket.  He placed them by the couch knowing how the routine worked.
     
    “Are you mad at me?”
     
    “There’s no sense wasting my breath on you.  We’ll talk tomorrow.  Get some sleep.”
     
    She pouted. 
     
    “Good night, Miss.”  He turned the living room light off and laid down on the loveseat adjacent to her.  She was already passed out.
     
    Thirty minutes passed.
     
    She coughed and got sick on the couch, not coming close to hitting the garbage can.
     
    “I don’t get paid enough,” Aiden told himself again.  What scared him was that she never woke up while getting sick, or after the fact.
     
    “Raleigh.”  Aiden gently tried to rouse her.  “Wake up.”  She didn’t move.  Her color was pale as a snow and her face dripped with sweat.
     
    “Miss, wake up.  C’mon.  Talk to me.”  He tried to jolt her.  No reaction.  Aiden looked over at the size of the bottle she’d consumed again.  “Shit.”
     
    Aiden knew she’d be pissed be for calling an ambulance, but he didn’t know what else to do.  She vomited again, this time it soaked his pant leg.  She never flinched.  Never