TRAVIS AWAKENED to the sound of cru

TRAVIS AWAKENED to the sound of crunching gravel, of car wheels rolling slowly past the barns and continuing up toward the house. He shifted, propping himself on his elbow, his other arm wrapped possessively about a sleeping Margot. The windows were inky black, dawn still hours away. No one should be driving around Rosewood at this hour. Then he saw the pulsing blue and red lights splashing eerily onto the apartment’s walls, a nightmare vision from his past. He sat up fully and swung his legs over the edge of the bed.
Cold air struck Margot’s skin where once she’d been cocooned in the delicious heat of Travis’s body curled about hers. She came awake instantly. “Travis?”
“I’m here, by the window. We’d better get dressed. The cops are up at your house.”
“The police?” Panic had her scrambling out of the bed.
“Yeah.” He turned from the window to find her already grabbing her panties and jeans off the floor and strode across the loft’s roughly hewn planks to his own pile of clothes and began yanking them on. He shoved his feet in his shoes.
“You ready?” he said, extending his hand. Together they hurried toward the stairs. “Too bad it’s still so dark outside. Otherwise I might have been able to see who was in the cruiser.”
“You could have identified a police officer driving by?” Margot’s tone was incredulous.
“I know just about everyone on the force.”
“Why’s that?”
“A legacy of my dad.”
The patrol car was in front of the house, its flashing lights as well as its headlights illuminated, the driver’s door left ajar. Margot saw a uniformed officer standing on the porch, his finger pressed to the doorbell.
“No, wait! I’m here. Please don’t ring the bell,” she called out, sprinting up the last stretch of the drive.
At the sound of her voice the officer turned and then waited for her and Travis to clamber up the steps.
“Thanks,” she said, panting lightly. “I apologize for shouting like that, but I didn’t want the doorbell to disturb my sister. She’s got school tomorrow.”
The police officer removed his cap and tucked it under his arm, revealing a shock of bluish-black hair and intense, electric-blue eyes set in a chiseled face. He was young—at least three or four years younger than she. But his bright gaze regarded her steadily before shifting over to Travis, doubtless sizing up the situation.
Margot could only imagine how she looked: flushed and heavy-lidded from the hours spent in Travis’s arms, her lips swollen from his kisses. The tangles in her hair probably looked as wildly scary as Medusa’s. Her chin rose.
“Are you Margot Radcliffe?”
“Yeah, this is Margot,” Travis answered for her, stepping closer so his sleeve brushed hers, the tacit protectiveness of his gesture wondrous. “Margot, this is Officer Rob Cooper. Rob’s dad is Warburg’s chief of police. His uncle’s on the force, too. They and my dad had what you might call a real hate-hate relationship. How are you, Rob?”
“Doing well, Travis. Thanks. And your mom?”
“She’s fine. Moved to New Mexico after the funeral. She has some relatives there. What’s up?”
“I’m here because of Ms. Radcliffe’s sister Jade.”
“Jade?” Margot echoed. “Excuse me, but what could you want with her at this hour? She’s upstairs, asleep.”
“No, ma’am. I’m afraid she’s passed out in the back of my patrol car.”
Margot swayed. Travis’s strong arm circled her waist, supporting her.
“She was writing an English paper and going to bed,” she said, feeling like the biggest fool on earth the second the words were out. Of course. Jade had pulled a first-rate con. “Okay, let me rephrase that. She was supposed to be writing her English paper and then going to bed. Wait!” Her voice rose in horror as Rob Cooper’s words truly registered. “Did you say she’s passed out? What happened—”
Travis squeezed her waist, checking her panic. “Let’s get Jade inside and then we find out exactly what she’s been up to,” he suggested. “Rob, you mind if I carry her up to her room?”
“I’ll give you a hand getting her out of the car. The back’s a little messy.”
“Ahh.” Travis gave a knowing nod.
“She’ll need a shower,” he added.
“Right. Too bad about the car, though. Sorry.”
Cooper shrugged. “At least she was sick.”
Margot felt as if she’d fallen down Alice’s rabbit hole. “Wait, why would Jade’s being sick be a good thing?”
“Because given your sister’s condition and the amount of alcohol and drugs we found at the Mayhews’ house, I’d have had to call for an ambulance to take your sister to the hospital and get her stomach pumped.”
“And once a person’s admitted to the ER, things get official,” Travis said.
She understood what “official” meant. Forms and reports and court appearances and juvenile records and social workers and maybe having Jade placed under someone else’s guardianship. The prospect of having failed to do right by Jade was terrifying.
“Luckily your sister’s body rejected the alcohol she ingested. She’s also fortunate a neighbor heard the noise from the party and put in a call. We managed to break things up before anyone got hurt. Some of the kids we rounded up were already high as kites. We’ve had run-ins with a number of them before. They play rough.”
Margot felt the blood drain from her face. “I’ll go turn on the shower,” she said faintly.
Travis came into the bathroom a few minutes later with a limp Jade in his arms. Her little sister looked so frail, her pallid face disturbingly slack, the deep violet smudges beneath her closed eyes stark. She looked impossibly young … and God, she stank, positively reeked of a noxious mix of alcohol, pot, sweat, and vomit. The vomit was splattered in drying clumps on her clothes—no, make that on her clothes, Margot amended, recognizing her Missoni knit tank, her favorite embroidered jeans, and her knee-high suede stiletto-heeled boots. Jade had obviously raided her closet before sneaking out.
The boots were certainly ruined, the knit top probably, too. But there was no point in crying over spilled vomit. The only thing that mattered was that Jade wasn’t in the hospital or worse.
Travis lowered her onto the toilet and held her there. “She’s beginning to respond a little. But if you need help getting her into the shower, I’ll lend a hand.”
“Thanks, I think I can manage.”
He nodded. “Okay. And how about you? You all right?”
She shrugged. “I guess I should be used to Jade’s special brand of self-destructive mischief by now. I feel like kicking myself all the way to California for not realizing something was up earlier this evening, but the fact is that she and I don’t know each other very well. It’s difficult to read her.” She knelt on the tiled floor and tugged at one of the ruined boots, tossing it aside. “But this definitely isn’t how I pictured spending the final hours before dawn. On the other hand, this entire evening’s been pretty unusual,” and she could have bit her tongue for letting this last remark slip out. She should be acting cool and nonchalant, as if she had earth-shattering love made to her on a nightly basis back in New York.
She grabbed hold of the other boot, yanking it for all she was worth.
“Margot—”
Consumed by the sudden fear that Travis was having second thoughts and more than half-convinced she’d embarrass herself by bursting into tears again if he tried to feed her some line about not being ready for a relationship, she began peeling the ruined knit top up Jade’s hunched form. “I really better get these clothes off and clean her up. Would you mind going down to the kitchen and making a pot of coffee? I filled the coffeemaker earlier, so it’s all set to go. And Ellie’s cookies are in the jar by the fridge. Jordan would be horrified if I didn’t give Officer Cooper something for all his troubles.”
She felt his gaze bore into her, but refused to look up lest she betray herself.
“Yeah, I’ll go down. We could all use some coffee. But as troubles go, I’m sure Cooper would be the first to tell you that vomit’s better than blood any day.”
After toweling off a dripping Jade and managing to shove her arms through the sleeves of an oversized T-shirt, Margot was sopping wet and exhausted—in addition to being angry, afraid, and sick at heart. But none of these feelings prevented her elation when Jade began whining feebly in protest at being made to walk down the hall to her room. She would never have believed the sound of Jade complaining would be music to her ears, but there it was.
Supporting her, Margot negotiated the minefield of Jade’s room and got her seated on the bed. Immediately she flopped over on her side, her head landing with a thump on the pillows. Margot stared at her freshly scrubbed sleeping face. She looked impossibly young and innocent. Then she recalled how her sister looked awake: scared, angry, and defiant.

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 1:

TRAVIS AWAKENED bunyi berderak kerikil, mobil roda bergulir perlahan-lahan melewati lumbung dan terus sampai ke arah rumah. Dia bergeser, menopang dirinya pada siku lengan, lengan terbungkus possessively tentang Margot tidur. Jendela sedang tinta hitam, fajar masih jam lagi. Tidak ada yang harus mengemudi di sekitar Rosewood jam ini. Kemudian ia melihat berdenyut biru dan merah lampu percikan menakutkan ke apartemen dinding, visi mimpi buruk dari masa lalu. Dia duduk sepenuhnya dan mengayunkan kakinya di tepi tempat tidur.Udara dingin menghantam kulit Margot di mana sekali ia telah telah kepompong lezat panas tubuh Travis meringkuk tentang miliknya. Dia datang terjaga langsung. "Travis?""Aku di sini, jendela. Kita akan mendapatkan lebih baik berpakaian. Polisi berada di rumah Anda.""Polisi?" Panik memiliki dia berjuang keluar dari tempat tidur."ya." Dia berpaling dari jendela untuk menemukan dia sudah meraih nya celana dan jins dari lantai dan berjalan di seluruh papan kira-kira dibuat loft untuk sendiri tumpukan pakaian dan mulai menarik mereka pada. Dia mendorong kakinya di sepatunya."Anda siap?" katanya, memperluas tangannya. Bersama-sama mereka bergegas menuju tangga. "Terlalu buruk memang masih begitu gelap di luar. Sebaliknya saya mungkin telah mampu melihat yang berada di kapal penjelajah.""Anda bisa telah mengidentifikasi seorang perwira polisi yang mengemudi dengan?" Nada Margot yang tidak percaya."Aku tahu hampir semua orang di Angkatan.""Mengapa Apakah itu?""Warisan ayahku."Mobil patroli di depan rumah, lampu berkedip yang serta dan lampu menyala, pengemudi pintu dibiarkan terbuka. Margot melihat petugas berseragam berdiri di Teras, jarinya ditekan untuk bel pintu."Tidak, tunggu! Saya di sini. Silahkan tidak membunyikan bel,"dia berseru, berlari naik peregangan terakhir dari drive.Dengan suara suaranya petugas berbalik dan kemudian menunggu baginya dan Travis untuk memanjat sampai langkah-langkah."Terima kasih," katanya, terengah-engah ringan. "Saya minta maaf untuk berteriak seperti itu, tapi aku tidak ingin bel pintu untuk mengganggu adikku. Dia punya sekolah besok."Polisi dihapus topi nya dan terselip di bawah lengan, mengungkapkan kejutan kebiruan-hitam rambut dan mata intens, biru listrik di wajah dipahat. Dia masih muda — setidaknya tiga atau empat tahun lebih muda dari dia. Tetapi dengan tatapan yang cerah dianggap dia terus sebelum Wind atas Travis, tak diragukan lagi ukuran atas situasi.Margot hanya bisa membayangkan bagaimana ia tampak: memerah dan berat-lidded dari jam yang dihabiskan di Travis arms, bibir bengkak dari ciuman. Kusut di rambutnya mungkin tampak sebagai liar menakutkan sebagai Medusa. Naik dagunya."Apakah Anda Margot Radcliffe?"“Yeah, this is Margot,” Travis answered for her, stepping closer so his sleeve brushed hers, the tacit protectiveness of his gesture wondrous. “Margot, this is Officer Rob Cooper. Rob’s dad is Warburg’s chief of police. His uncle’s on the force, too. They and my dad had what you might call a real hate-hate relationship. How are you, Rob?”“Doing well, Travis. Thanks. And your mom?”“She’s fine. Moved to New Mexico after the funeral. She has some relatives there. What’s up?”“I’m here because of Ms. Radcliffe’s sister Jade.”“Jade?” Margot echoed. “Excuse me, but what could you want with her at this hour? She’s upstairs, asleep.”“No, ma’am. I’m afraid she’s passed out in the back of my patrol car.”Margot swayed. Travis’s strong arm circled her waist, supporting her.“She was writing an English paper and going to bed,” she said, feeling like the biggest fool on earth the second the words were out. Of course. Jade had pulled a first-rate con. “Okay, let me rephrase that. She was supposed to be writing her English paper and then going to bed. Wait!” Her voice rose in horror as Rob Cooper’s words truly registered. “Did you say she’s passed out? What happened—”Travis squeezed her waist, checking her panic. “Let’s get Jade inside and then we find out exactly what she’s been up to,” he suggested. “Rob, you mind if I carry her up to her room?”“I’ll give you a hand getting her out of the car. The back’s a little messy.”“Ahh.” Travis gave a knowing nod.“She’ll need a shower,” he added.“Right. Too bad about the car, though. Sorry.”Cooper shrugged. “At least she was sick.”Margot felt as if she’d fallen down Alice’s rabbit hole. “Wait, why would Jade’s being sick be a good thing?”“Because given your sister’s condition and the amount of alcohol and drugs we found at the Mayhews’ house, I’d have had to call for an ambulance to take your sister to the hospital and get her stomach pumped.”“And once a person’s admitted to the ER, things get official,” Travis said.She understood what “official” meant. Forms and reports and court appearances and juvenile records and social workers and maybe having Jade placed under someone else’s guardianship. The prospect of having failed to do right by Jade was terrifying.“Luckily your sister’s body rejected the alcohol she ingested. She’s also fortunate a neighbor heard the noise from the party and put in a call. We managed to break things up before anyone got hurt. Some of the kids we rounded up were already high as kites. We’ve had run-ins with a number of them before. They play rough.”Margot felt the blood drain from her face. “I’ll go turn on the shower,” she said faintly.Travis came into the bathroom a few minutes later with a limp Jade in his arms. Her little sister looked so frail, her pallid face disturbingly slack, the deep violet smudges beneath her closed eyes stark. She looked impossibly young … and God, she stank, positively reeked of a noxious mix of alcohol, pot, sweat, and vomit. The vomit was splattered in drying clumps on her clothes—no, make that on her clothes, Margot amended, recognizing her Missoni knit tank, her favorite embroidered jeans, and her knee-high suede stiletto-heeled boots. Jade had obviously raided her closet before sneaking out.The boots were certainly ruined, the knit top probably, too. But there was no point in crying over spilled vomit. The only thing that mattered was that Jade wasn’t in the hospital or worse.Travis lowered her onto the toilet and held her there. “She’s beginning to respond a little. But if you need help getting her into the shower, I’ll lend a hand.”“Thanks, I think I can manage.”He nodded. “Okay. And how about you? You all right?”She shrugged. “I guess I should be used to Jade’s special brand of self-destructive mischief by now. I feel like kicking myself all the way to California for not realizing something was up earlier this evening, but the fact is that she and I don’t know each other very well. It’s difficult to read her.” She knelt on the tiled floor and tugged at one of the ruined boots, tossing it aside. “But this definitely isn’t how I pictured spending the final hours before dawn. On the other hand, this entire evening’s been pretty unusual,” and she could have bit her tongue for letting this last remark slip out. She should be acting cool and nonchalant, as if she had earth-shattering love made to her on a nightly basis back in New York.She grabbed hold of the other boot, yanking it for all she was worth.
“Margot—”
Consumed by the sudden fear that Travis was having second thoughts and more than half-convinced she’d embarrass herself by bursting into tears again if he tried to feed her some line about not being ready for a relationship, she began peeling the ruined knit top up Jade’s hunched form. “I really better get these clothes off and clean her up. Would you mind going down to the kitchen and making a pot of coffee? I filled the coffeemaker earlier, so it’s all set to go. And Ellie’s cookies are in the jar by the fridge. Jordan would be horrified if I didn’t give Officer Cooper something for all his troubles.”
She felt his gaze bore into her, but refused to look up lest she betray herself.
“Yeah, I’ll go down. We could all use some coffee. But as troubles go, I’m sure Cooper would be the first to tell you that vomit’s better than blood any day.”
After toweling off a dripping Jade and managing to shove her arms through the sleeves of an oversized T-shirt, Margot was sopping wet and exhausted—in addition to being angry, afraid, and sick at heart. But none of these feelings prevented her elation when Jade began whining feebly in protest at being made to walk down the hall to her room. She would never have believed the sound of Jade complaining would be music to her ears, but there it was.
Supporting her, Margot negotiated the minefield of Jade’s room and got her seated on the bed. Immediately she flopped over on her side, her head landing with a thump on the pillows. Margot stared at her freshly scrubbed sleeping face. She looked impossibly young and innocent. Then she recalled how her sister looked awake: scared, angry, and defiant.

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 2:

TRAVIS dibangunkan dengan suara berderak kerikil, roda mobil bergulir perlahan melewati lumbung dan terus ke arah rumah. Dia bergeser, menopang dirinya pada sikunya, lengannya lainnya dibungkus posesif tentang tidur Margot. Jendela yang bertinta hitam, fajar masih jam lagi. Tidak ada yang harus mengemudi di sekitar Rosewood pada jam ini. Lalu ia melihat berdenyut lampu biru dan merah percikan menakutkan ke dinding apartemen, visi mimpi buruk dari masa lalunya. Dia duduk penuh dan mengayunkan kakinya di tepi tempat tidur.
Udara dingin melanda kulit Margot di mana setelah dia sudah kepompong dalam panas lezat tubuh Travis meringkuk tentang miliknya. Dia datang terjaga langsung. "Travis?"
"Aku di sini, dekat jendela. Sebaiknya kita berpakaian. Polisi yang sampai di rumah Anda.
"" Polisi? "Panic memiliki nya berebut keluar dari tempat
tidur." Ya. "Dia berpaling dari jendela untuk menemukannya sudah meraih celana dalamnya dan celana jins dari lantai dan berjalan menyeberangi loteng itu kira-kira dipahat papan untuk tumpukan sendiri pakaian dan mulai menghentak mereka pada. Ia mendorong kakinya di sepatunya.
"Kau siap?" Katanya, mengulurkan tangan. Bersama-sama mereka bergegas menuju tangga. "Sayang sekali itu masih begitu gelap di luar. Kalau tidak, aku mungkin bisa melihat yang berada di kapal tersebut.
"" Kamu bisa diidentifikasi polisi mengemudi dengan? "Nada Margot adalah
percaya." Saya tahu hampir semua orang di kepolisian.
"" Kenapa begitu?
"" A warisan ayah saya. "Mobil patroli itu di depan rumah, lampu berkedip serta lampu yang menyala, pintu pengemudi dibiarkan terbuka.
Margot melihat seorang petugas berseragam berdiri di teras, jarinya ditekan untuk bel pintu.
"Tidak, tunggu! Aku disini. Jangan membunyikan bel, "dia berseru, berlari sampai peregangan terakhir dari drive.
Pada suaranya petugas berbalik dan kemudian menunggu untuk dia dan Travis memanjat menaiki
tangga." Terima kasih, "katanya , terengah-engah ringan. "Saya minta maaf untuk berteriak seperti itu, tapi saya tidak ingin bel pintu mengganggu adikku. Dia punya sekolah besok.
"Petugas polisi dihapus topinya dan terselip di bawah lengannya, mengungkapkan kejutan rambut hitam kebiruan dan intens, mata biru elektrik diatur dalam wajah dipahat. Dia masih muda-setidaknya tiga atau empat tahun lebih muda dari dia. Tapi tatapan cerah menganggapnya terus sebelum beralih ke Travis, pasti ukuran situasi.
Margot hanya bisa membayangkan bagaimana dia tampak: memerah dan berat mengantuk dari jam dihabiskan di lengan Travis, bibirnya bengkak dari ciumannya. Kusut di rambutnya mungkin tampak sebagai liar menakutkan seperti Medusa. Dagunya naik.
"Apakah Anda Margot Radcliffe?"
"Ya, ini adalah Margot," Travis menjawab untuknya, melangkah lebih dekat sehingga lengan bajunya disikat miliknya, yang protektif diam-diam dari gerakan nya yang menakjubkan. "Margot, ini adalah Pejabat Rob Cooper. Ayah Rob adalah kepala Warburg polisi. Pamannya yang ada di kepolisian, juga. Mereka dan ayah saya memiliki apa yang Anda sebut hubungan benci-benci nyata. Bagaimana kabarmu, Rob?
"" Melakukan dengan baik, Travis. Terima kasih. Dan ibumu?
"" Dia baik-baik saja. Pindah ke New Mexico setelah pemakaman. Dia memiliki beberapa kerabat di sana. Ada apa?
"" Aku di sini karena adik Ibu Radcliffe Jade.
"" Jade? "Margot bergema. "Maaf, tapi apa yang Anda inginkan dengan dia pada jam ini? Dia di lantai atas, tidur.
"" Tidak, Bu. Aku takut dia pingsan di belakang mobil patroli saya.
"Margot bergoyang. Lengan yang kuat Travis melingkari pinggangnya, mendukung dia.
"Dia menulis sebuah kertas Inggris dan pergi tidur," katanya, merasa seperti orang bodoh terbesar di bumi kedua kata-kata itu keluar. Tentu saja. Jade telah menarik tingkat pertama con. "Oke, biarkan aku ulang kata-kata itu. Dia seharusnya menulis kertas Inggris dan kemudian pergi tidur. Tunggu! "Suaranya naik ngeri sebagai kata-kata Rob Cooper benar-benar terdaftar. "Apakah Anda mengatakan dia pingsan? Apa terjadi-
"Travis meremas pinggang, memeriksa panik. "Mari kita Jade dalam dan kemudian kita mencari tahu persis apa yang dia telah sampai," ia menyarankan. "Rob, kau keberatan jika aku membawanya naik ke kamarnya?"
"Aku akan memberikan tangan mendapatkan dia keluar dari mobil. Bagian belakang sedikit berantakan.
"" Ahh. "Travis mengangguk
mengetahui." Dia harus mandi,
"tambahnya." Benar. Terlalu buruk tentang mobil, meskipun. Maaf.
"Cooper mengangkat bahu. "Setidaknya dia sakit."
Margot merasa seolah-olah ia jatuh ke dalam lubang kelinci Alice. "Tunggu, mengapa Jade makhluk sakit menjadi hal yang baik?"
"Karena diberi kondisi kakakmu dan jumlah alkohol dan obat-obatan yang kami temukan di rumah Mayhews ', aku harus memanggil ambulans untuk membawa adikmu ke rumah sakit dan mendapatkan perutnya dipompa.
"" Dan setelah seseorang mengakui ke UGD, hal-hal resmi, "kata Travis.
Dia mengerti apa yang" resmi "berarti. Formulir dan laporan dan penampilan pengadilan dan catatan remaja dan pekerja sosial dan mungkin setelah Jade ditempatkan di bawah perwalian orang lain. Prospek setelah gagal untuk melakukan yang benar oleh Jade adalah menakutkan.
"Untungnya tubuh kakakmu menolak alkohol dia tertelan. Dia juga beruntung tetangga mendengar suara dari partai dan dimasukkan ke dalam panggilan. Kami berhasil memecahkan hal-hal sebelum orang terluka. Beberapa anak-anak kita dibulatkan sudah setinggi layang-layang. Kami sudah menjalankan-in dengan beberapa dari mereka sebelumnya. Mereka bermain kasar.
"Margot merasakan darah mengalir dari wajahnya. "Aku akan pergi mengaktifkan kamar mandi," katanya samar-samar.
Travis datang ke kamar mandi beberapa menit kemudian dengan Jade lemas dalam pelukannya. Adiknya tampak begitu rapuh, wajah pucat nya mengganggu kendur, noda-noda ungu tua di bawah mata tertutup dia telanjang. Dia tampak mustahil muda ... dan Tuhan, ia berbau, positif berbau campuran berbahaya dari alkohol, pot, keringat, dan muntah. Muntah itu berceceran di pengeringan rumpun pada dirinya pakaian-tidak, membuat bahwa pada pakaiannya, Margot diubah, mengakui dirinya Missoni merajut tangki, celana jeans bordir favoritnya, dan dia suede stiletto bertumit sepatu bot setinggi lutut. Jade jelas menggerebek lemari sebelum menyelinap keluar.
Sepatu yang pasti merusak, yang rajut atas mungkin juga. Tapi tidak ada gunanya menangisi tumpah muntah. Satu-satunya hal yang penting adalah bahwa Jade tidak di rumah sakit atau lebih buruk.
Travis menurunkan dia ke toilet dan menahannya di sana. "Dia mulai merespon sedikit. Tetapi jika Anda memerlukan bantuan mendapatkan dia ke kamar mandi, aku akan mengulurkan tangan.
"" Terima kasih, saya pikir saya bisa mengelola.
"Dia mengangguk. "Baik. Dan bagaimana denganmu? Anda semua benar?
"Dia mengangkat bahu. "Saya kira saya harus digunakan untuk merek khusus Jade dari merusak diri sendiri kerusakan sekarang. Saya merasa seperti menendang diriku semua jalan ke California karena tidak menyadari ada sesuatu yang lebih awal malam ini, tetapi kenyataannya adalah bahwa dia dan saya tidak mengenal satu sama lain dengan sangat baik. Sulit untuk membaca nya. "Dia berlutut di lantai keramik dan menarik di salah satu sepatu hancur, melemparkannya ke samping. "Tapi ini jelas bukan bagaimana saya membayangkan menghabiskan jam-jam terakhir sebelum fajar. Di sisi lain, seluruh malam ini sudah cukup biasa, "dan dia bisa menggigit lidahnya untuk membiarkan komentar terakhir ini menyelinap keluar. Dia harus bertindak dingin dan acuh tak acuh, seolah-olah dia cinta bumi menghancurkan dibuat untuk dia di dasar malam kembali New York.
Dia mencengkeram boot lainnya, menghentak untuk semua dia layak.
"Margot-"
Dikonsumsi oleh ketakutan mendadak yang Travis adalah memiliki pikiran kedua dan lebih dari setengah yakin dia akan mempermalukan dirinya sendiri dengan penuh air mata lagi jika ia mencoba untuk memberinya makan beberapa baris tentang tidak siap untuk sebuah hubungan, dia mulai mengupas hancur merajut top up Jade bentuk membungkuk. "Aku benar-benar lebih baik mendapatkan pakaian ini off dan membersihkan tubuhnya. Maukah Anda turun ke dapur dan membuat teko kopi? Aku mengisi mesin pembuat kopi sebelumnya, sehingga itu semua diatur untuk pergi. Dan cookies Ellie berada di jar oleh kulkas. Jordan akan ngeri jika saya tidak memberikan Petugas Cooper sesuatu untuk semua masalahnya.
"Dia merasa bore tatapannya ke dalam dirinya, tetapi menolak untuk mencari supaya dia mengkhianati
dirinya." Ya, aku akan turun. Kita semua bisa menggunakan beberapa kopi. Tapi seperti masalah pergi, aku yakin Cooper akan menjadi yang pertama untuk memberitahu Anda bahwa muntah lebih baik daripada darah hari apapun.
"Setelah handuk dari sebuah Jade menetes dan mengelola untuk mendorong lengannya melalui lengan kebesaran T-shirt, Margot itu sopping basah dan kelelahan-selain menjadi marah, takut, dan sakit hati. Tapi tak satu pun dari perasaan ini dicegah kegembiraan ketika Jade mulai merengek lemah sebagai protes yang dibuat untuk berjalan menyusuri lorong ke kamarnya. Dia tidak akan pernah percaya suara Jade mengeluh akan musik ke telinga, tapi ada itu.
Mendukung nya, Margot menegosiasikan ranjau ruang Jade dan mendapat dia duduk di tempat tidur. Segera ia menjatuhkan diri lebih miring, kepalanya mendarat dengan bunyi gedebuk di bantal. Margot menatap wajah baru digosok tidur nya. Dia tampak mustahil muda dan tak berdosa. Lalu ia ingat bagaimana adiknya tampak terjaga: takut, marah, dan menantang.