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crash, too. I'm sleeping in here tonight.”
    Wow. He'd given me his room.
    “You don't even know me. Why would you give me your bed?”
    He laughed. “What kind of guy lets a girl sleep on the couch?”
    The kind I've dated.
    “Don't answer that,” he said.
    “Maybe, I can make it through one more episode,” I said as I dragged myself back to the couch. I knew I wouldn't, but I hoped that if I fell asleep here, he would take the bed rather than waking me up. The thought lingered in the back of my mind that if he didn't move, if I woke up beside him tomorrow, that might not be so bad either. I immediately scolded myself for that thought. I would need to leave as soon as I had Kammy.
    “You look exhausted. Just go to sleep.”
    “I'm good,” I said through a yawn. This time when I sat down our knees brushed, and that electro-pulse feeling I got when our hands brushed earlier returned. Luke looked up and smiled at me, but he made no effort to move away. In fact, his body moved the slightest bit toward me. In a weak moment, I allowed my head to loll on his shoulder.
    You're going to regret this. Guys like this don't go for girls like you.
    But to my surprise, Luke slid his arm around me.
    When I woke up, the quilt that covered his legs encompassed me. Any part of Luke his wife beater and shorts didn't cover was exposed, and his bicep was cold against my cheek.
    I tried to adjust my mind to my location, but I was so exhausted. I extended my arms above my head and yawned a random noise that sounded more like a growl.
    Luke laughed. “Good morning, tiger.”
    “Tiger?”
    “Never mind.”
    “I'm sorry I stole your blanket,” I said, throwing it over him.
    I felt horrible about freezing Luke out, but more than that, my heart swelled at the thought of him staying here all night—staying beside me—when he could have just as easily taken advantage of that huge bed in the next room.
    “I guess I should call my dad,” I said.
    “About that, I called the jail again this morning. I know the guy that's there now, so I was able to talk a little bit more. They haven't taken Kammy for arraignment yet. If we get there before two, I might be able to help.”
    I had no idea what he thought he could do, but Luke seemed to know everyone. I'd take it.
    “Okay.”
    “We'll have to leave soon. I want to get food first.”
    I laughed at that.
    “Do you want the shower first?” he asked.
    “Will you think I'm gross if I don't shower?”
    He laughed. “No.”
    “I don't like the idea of getting out of a shower clean and putting on dirty clothes. So gross.”
    He laughed. “It could be like summer camp.”
    “I didn't wear dirty clothes at summer camp.”
    “Oh, must be a guy thing.”
     

Chapter 6
    Not even two hours later, I stood with Luke in a small Mexican courthouse. To me it looked like something between a town hall, church, and a court, but Luke seemed to be at home here.
    My sister stood beside me, shackled and chained with bloodshot eyes. Her face puffed out from swelling. She looked like she'd been crying for hours. Tears still rolled down her cheeks, and I felt horrible for her. But I didn't want to, because it was so not fair that she demanded we come here, went crazy as usual, left me to clean up the mess, and now she still got to be the victim.
    Luke, the judge, and some man I could only assume was an attorney all went back and forth in Spanish for a while. Of course, I couldn't catch any of it.
    A cop came and took Kammy away. She burst into tears and threw an accusing glare at me like, “How could you let them take me again?”
    I threw my head back and sighed. I was her big sister. I was supposed to protect her, and I didn't want them to take her again. But I had no idea what was going on and no way to pay for all the damage she caused.
    Luke nudged me to follow him out a different door, and I did. We approached a man sitting at a desk in a front room with a concrete floor. Luke took out his wallet and