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Get Caught: Book Blitz

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Quinn demands, pulling herself up to her full height. Maybe that shit works on her brother, but I spent the afternoon staring down guys three times her size. “Are you drunk?”
“No.” I point to her half-empty cup. “But if you finish that drink, you will be.”
Her brows furrow in confusion. “What’s wrong with my drink?”
Is she for real?
“Other than the fact that it’s got five kinds of liquor in it?”
“Five? Really?” She lifts the cup up and stares at it like she’s seeing it for the first time. “Huh. Who’d have guessed?”
“Why do you think it’s called Adiós, Motherfucker? It’s meant to get you shitfaced.” She giggles, probably at the name, and I scrub a hand over my face. “If you don’t know what’s in it, why are you drinking it?”
She cocks a hip. “Mike bought it for me.”
Of course he did. “The asshole was probably trying to get you drunk and take advantage of you.”
“Maybe I was trying to get him drunk and take advantage of him,” she says, poking me in the chest. Heat radiates from the spot where her finger landed, which is ridiculous because it wasn’t even skin-to-skin contact. Probably just leftover energy from the game. She pokes me again. “Did you ever think of that?”
“No.” It’s bullshit, but I’m not trying to picture Quinn seducing some random creeper at a bar. “It did, however, occur to me he might’ve slipped something in your drink.”
Quinn rolls those big green eyes. “I’m a virgin, not a moron. I took the drink directly from the bartender.”
Thank Christ.
Relief surges through my veins. How the fuck does Noah deal with having his little sister on campus? On Greek Row?
For the first time in my life, I’m glad to be an only child. If I saw some dude playing grab-ass with my sister, I’d break his fucking hands.
Quinn’s not your sister, so what do you care?

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