“You’re drunk,” Xander repeated with a tone mixed with reprimand and concern, gently dropping Brooklyn on the bed, “You’re a mother— what do you expect Hazel to think when she sees you like this?”

Brooklyn coughed slightly, swaying and spreading her body over the bed as she kicked the shoes off her feet, “She’s asleep, she… won’t notice.”

He stood close to the bed, his eyes never leaving her as his hands took off his jacket, leaving his inner sleeves which he began to ...