Sage was not amused. Out of everyone who knew not to bring alcohol to their party, there was Keith holding up a brown bag of tequila and a jug of margarita mix.
"You, know you want too." His grin was impish. She supposed he was already a little drunk.
"We can't have this here." She gave him a serious look. "Put it back in the car. Or..I'll dump it." She would too. Right in the kitchen sink.
"What?" He squinted hard as if she'd lost it.
"You know, Trevor's here." She winced back very serious as if he better behave. "If this works out, he might just be moving in by the time school starts."
Keith looked hurt that she wouldn't let him make Margaritas. She hugged herself tight. She'd have to be the responsible one.
Besides, it was nice seeing Fergie here with someone to talk to. And Trevor looked happy and certainly not going anywhere. He had on his ankle bracelet, but he wasn't wearing orange. She felt for sure they were on the right track.
Honestly, Sage didn't think it would be this easy. She supposed the county needed the space for troubled teens. They supported the idea of family. And as odd as this family might be, it really wasn't a big deal. Yet, here and now it was a big deal to Keith.
"How could you?" He was not happy about Trevor being here. "What if they run off, together? Have you thought of that?"
Sage rolled her eyes. Shoved his alcohol back into Keith's arms. Sage looked at him even lipped. She wasn't so sure she wanted him being the adoptive father to Trevor and Fergie's baby. It hadn't ever bothered her until now.
Finally, Gage was to the rescue, as he put his arms around Sage's waist from behind. "What seems to be the problem?" He asked Keith.
"Nothing." Keith didn't look happy though.