"Don't play with me, Shayenne." Charleston growls in warning, his eyes narrowing. "The legal drinking age is 21 and you know this. How could you let her drink and here in this house, no less?" he hisses when the door clicks open upstairs and footsteps echo McKenzie's decent. "If something had happened to her while she was here and drunk, do you know what could have happened to my job? Your mother wasn't enough of drunk that you allowed your friend to put us at risk too?! Damn it, Shayenne, I expect better from you." he snaps before turning his back on me to return to cooking. His body and...