Aubrey’s POV
“Where were you?” Nick asks me when I finally show up the next morning. He looks me over with unexpected concern. “Why didn’t you answer my texts? I was starting to wonder if I should call the police!”
I look at the phone in question.
“The ringer was off,” I reply. I read my brother’s one text, which was asking if I’d bring him some food on my way home from the party. “Hmm… I can tell by your request for late night tacos that you were very concerned for my safety. I can see you didn’t die of worry, or starvation.”
“So where were you, then?” Nick continues to question me. “I thought you said you probably wouldn’t be very late! That the office party would be over around 10 o’clock!”
It was almost like I was some errant teenager and he was my overly strict parent.
