Avery grabbed Evan's hands back unconsciously.
"Are you serious? Evan? Why do I get the feeling you're the one running wild?"
Did Evan really think of the police station as a five-star hotel? Was it the place that he stayed because he said so?
Interrogation rooms at the station are temporary locations to keep suspects before moving them to lockup. There was nothing besides a crate bed. Evan was born rich and used to the good stuff. He could barely imagine it. Even Avery herself would find it hard to get used to it.
"Do I not sound serious?" Evan smiled lowly, "I'm more qualified to stay than you do."
"Don't mess with me. You need to go home. Diana might need you after she woke up," Avery said without giving it too much thought. She already walked behind Evan's back, trying to shove him out.
"I can't leave."
"Evan, do you not believe that I could handle this on my own?"
"No."
