I got out of the vehicle and placed a call to Cooper; he picked up on the third ring.
"Hello," he yelled, loud music blasting in the background. "Give me a minute." A few seconds passed, and his voice came again. "Why are you calling?"
"What did you feed her?" I asked, getting straight to the point.
"Oh, the usual stuff; I added it to the wine."
"You should have stayed with her until it wore off," I groaned.
"It'll wear off in another hour; you can finish up for me."
I disconnected the call and slipped the phone into my pocket. I knew it—Cooper is always acting nasty.
"What is it?" The door opened and she came out.
"Let's go to your room." I started to leave, but she grabbed my wrist, stopping me. I turned.
"I want to go to your place instead."
"You're not in your right senses," I said, entering the house, and she came after me.
"What does that mean?"
"Cooper spiked your drink," I sighed.
"What... Why would he do that? Is it harmful?"
