"You're not on the list as Kyle's primary contact." The booking officer informed you, looking at you over his computer monitor.

Furrowing your brow, you looked from the officer to Kyle, and then back. "Then who is?"

"Sebastian Cross." Came the worst answer in the world. You turned to see the smug face of the man himself as he entered the police precinct. "Oh, here we go." You groaned, rolling your eyes.

"Present." Griffin smirked, leaning against the counter next to you.

You folded your arms and glared at him. "What are you doing here?"

"Helping you bail Kyle out." Griffin answered with a feigned look of innocence.

This was the last thing you needed.

"I don't need your help." You huffed, turning back to the officer. "My Aunt Jackie put me in charge." You tried to explain. "I'm sorry, Miss. I can't release Mr. Smith into your custody. It has to be Mr. Cross." The officer gave you an apologetic shrug.

Son of bitch...

Griffin licked his bottom lip and pulled out his wallet, showing the officer his ID so he could fill out the necessary paperwork. He was never going to let you live this down, you just knew it.

"Come on. Both of you." Griffin finally said once Kyle had officially been released into his custody.