Free Caught by Brandy Walker

feelings for Quin, she couldn’t down the stuff quick enough. Eventually, she was able to get back to the comfortable companionship they had before.
    Evan truly wasn’t that upset about the evening’s events. He even admitted he was fond of her, although never thought himself in love with her.
    When it was time to go, it was decided that she would leave her SUV at the wine bar and Evan would take her home. She’d had plenty to drink and was in no condition to get behind the wheel.
    “Thanks again for the ride, Evan. I could have walked,” she slurred while sitting in the passenger seat of his sports car. He had the top down and the cool night air felt fantastic on her flushed face.
    “Friends don’t let friends drink and walk home alone.”
    “Hmm, that’s nice.”
    “I’m sorry I let you have too much. I should have paid more attention once you settled down. I’m afraid I would have made a terrible boyfriend.”
    “Oh Evan, you’re a handsome man,” she sighed, “but just not for me.” She tipped over landing face first in his lap as he rounded the corner onto her street.
    “Oops,” she hiccupped. As she attempted to push herself up, her hand slipped off his thigh, her face landing hard onto his groin. His grunt had her giggling as he stopped the car.
    She felt a shadow fall over her.
    “What in the hell is going on?” A voice that sounded just like Quin’s came out of nowhere.
    “He can’t be here. He doesn’t know where I live.” The words were lost in the crotch her face currently resided.
    She tried one more time to get up and when her hand slipped again, she expected to get another face full of denim, and just when she would have made impact she was dragged back.
    The person holding her up turned her towards them. She squinted her eyes to make them focus, but it was no use. The person in front of her was a blurry mass of man. He opened the door and squatted down in front of her.
    “You must be Quin,” Evan boomed over her head.
    “Hey, not so loud, my head kinda hurts.” She batted a hand in his direction and came up empty.
    “Yeah, I’m Quin. Who the hell are you and why is she so damn drunk?”
    “Name’s Evan Freemont. I’m an old friend of Laurel’s from college. She’s drunk because she had too much wine and not enough food tonight. Seems she had kind of a crap evening before we hooked up and things didn’t get much better.”
    “You’re the guy she had a date with after the one with me.” Quin’s deep voice sounded so angry. She didn’t like that. She also didn’t like Evan saying they hooked up.
    She turned her head in what she thought was his direction, she wobbled in her seat before the hands on her shoulders steadied her. “We did not hook up Evan. Remember, I told you there was someone else. Hell if I can tell what he wants but I want to be with him, not you.”
    Evan chuckled lightly. “Oh, peaches, you say the sweetest things to me.” A featherweight kiss landed on the top of her head.
    “Listen Quin, I don’t know you but I do know Laurel. She’s got a soft and loving heart and if you break it in any way, I’ll come after your ass and make you feel the same pain.”
    “You don’t need to threaten me. I wouldn’t do anything to hurt her.” Evan had all but growled the words.
    “Again.”
    “What?” both men shouted.
    “I guess I didn’t say that in my head then. I’m so very sleepy.”
    “I’ve got ya honey.”
    She was lifted out of the seat. Strong arms supported her back and under her knees as she leaned into a hot, muscular chest. She took a deep breath and inhaled the subtle outdoor scent that could only belong to Quin.
    “I guess I have no choice since she picked you. A word of advice though, let her know how you feel and do whatever you have to in order to make her happy. If you don’t, I won’t have a problem coming back to convince her to give me a shot.”
    Closing her eyes she fell asleep on the short walk to her door, only to be