Alison’s POV
“Dream on, Reid.” I spat, which rattled him even more. I could hear Britta in the back, trying to calm him down with that fake concern of hers.
‘Reid, calm down. Our interview is in a few minutes. I’m sure Alison didn’t mean it. But you know her. Small minds work that way, without thinking of consequences.’ Goddess, I loathed her. Reid breathed out with exasperation, then.
“Daphne just complained to me that she wanted to ride home with you, because the street near the bar is not safe. But she said that you refused her without hesitation. Alison is night already! She sounded terrified just now!” He heaved. The problem with Reid is that he would always think of his sister as a little girl. His mother had done a poor job educating her, and most of the time it was me that h
