Chapter 39

Justin moved behind the small corner bar and set out a row of shot glasses. He poured tequila and passed them out to the others. He raised his shot. "To family, friends, and Cam reminding us of tequila!"

They slammed their shots, all but Cam and Troy, and set the glasses face down on the bar. Before the tequila could kick in, Troy ushered them to the garage as Heather and Justin headed to bed. Cody was already passed out when Troy hauled his dead weight onto the passenger seat.

Cam looked at them and shook her head. "We should just let you guys crash here."

Shana hiccupped. "Can't. Justin took all our stuff to the hotel."

"Can you carry him once we get there?" Cam looked at Troy.

He nodded and passed her the keys. She'd only had one glass of wine, which had been hours ago, but he'd had a couple beers. Not enough to be drunk, but he wasn't taking the chance.

The girls climbed in the far back, while John and Troy took the middle row seat.