Lucas didn’t realize he had fallen asleep until a small rock smacked into his cheek. He jerked slightly, rubbing his face as he squinted into the dark.
“What the hell?” he muttered.
He was still in Celia’s room, curled around her on her bed. It took a moment for him to register the open window and the sight of Landon leaning halfway inside.
“I knocked and called your name,” Landon whispered. “Didn’t want to make too much noise and wake Harold.”
“What time is it?” Celia mumbled, shifting away from Lucas to glance at her nightstand.
“About two in the morning,” Landon answered.
“s**t,” Lucas grumbled, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. “You weren’t supposed to stay out that late. That’s going to bring more questions than I wanted.” He stood and began looking for his jeans.
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