Distraction

“Orleans?” Anders tried to make it sound casual, even though every part of him had suddenly become hot. A muscle worked in his jaw as he looked at her, waiting for a response.

Veil nodded, her head bobbing up and down the window. “The cop didn’t tell me when he left.”

“He was in the station with you?”

Veil sighed and slumped into the seat. “When are we going to get there?” she said. “June must be so worried. I want a burger.”

Her thoughts were all over the place, and Anders found it adorable. But he couldn’t ignore the fact that Orleans had somehow played a role in getting her to the station, yet had left her there.

“How did you end up at the station?”

“Orleans was going too fast,” she muttered. “He was trying to sing the song, and then the cops asked us to stop. The lights were blinding and they hurt my eyes.”

“That’s because you have been drinking too much,” Anders muttered, rolling his eyes. “And Orleans? Was he drunk too?”

Veil shrugged and looked at him. “I don’t know.”

“You don