Jonathan lowered his head, exhaustion etched plainly into his features. But the sharp suspicion in Franklin's eyes made him snap upright.
"What?" Jonathan said flatly. "You think I did something to them?" He scoffed. "One of the girls, Ocean, or whatever her name is, mistook me for some guy she has a crush on. Stabilizing a drunk girl isn't my specialty, Frank. Please don't ever send me on errands like that again."
Franklin studied him for a moment longer before the tension in his shoulders eased. His anger dissolved, replaced by something closer to guilt.
"I'm sorry," he said quietly. "I thought you might've gotten carried away."
Jonathan shook his head immediately. "No. One of them, Thelma, had a car and was sober enough to drive, but Cedric insisted on taking her and anoth
