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I patted his shoulder. “I know you did.”
“I think I drank too much.” His hangdog gaze shifted to me. “Would you mind giving me a lift? My date already left.”
I hadn’t seen Addison leave, but he was in no state to argue with.
“I got dropped off,” I said. “I was planning to walk or Uber.”
“Drive my car. I’m not fit to drive anyway.”
Those shots must’ve caught up with him quickly. “Come on, hero. I’ll drop you at home.”
“Thanks. I’m on a public servant’s salary,” he said, slurring his words. “The cost of a car service adds up fast.”
I helped him into the passenger seat of the car. “I didn’t realize you’d had that much to drink.”
“Me neither. It didn’t seem like a lot at the time.” He rested his forehead against the side window. “I swear, the beer here is laced with regret.”
I laughed as I reversed out of the spot. “That’s one possible ingredient. What’s your address?” I plugged it into the phone’s GPS as he told me.
“I can’t believe she left,” he murmured. “We were getting along really well.” He sighed loudly. “Story of my life.”
“I’m sorry. I’m sure it wasn’t personal. It’s late. She probably got tired and didn’t want you to feel obligated to leave too.”
“I don’t think she has those kinds of feelings.” He yawned. “She was more into fun.”
“Fun can be good.” Not that I would know. I had neither fun nor feelings.
“I should never date someone I met during a traffic stop.”
I squinted at the passing headlights. “Are you serious? That’s how you met?”
“She was speeding. Seventy in a thirty zone.” He shook his head. “I should’ve known.”
“That she plays fast and loose with the rules?” I didn’t need to give her a ticket to figure that out.
“I need to meet a nice young lady with a bright future.” His voice was almost inaudible now. “But she’s got to have a great ass.”
“Everybody needs standards,” I said, pulling into the driveway of an old brick townhouse. “Home sweet home.”
He seemed to notice the townhouse for the first time. “Oh, I live here.”
“You do. Need help getting inside?”
“I can do it. Thanks.”
I turned off the car and handed him the keys. “I’ll walk home from here so you have your car in the morning.”
“Good thinking. I have to work.” He grimaced. “I’m going to be so hungover.”
I watched as he practically crawled to the front door. It took him a solid minute to master the key and the lock. “Don’t forget to hydrate!”
He gave me a shaky thumbs-up as he stumbled inside. Once the door closed, I headed for home.
The walk was dark and cold, but I needed the outlet. I stomped to the point where my knees hurt, and my teeth rattled. I didn’t care. I needed to work through the aggression I was feeling. Kane had waltzed into town like a Downton Abbey gentleman, but did I have any messages or missed calls? No. No, I did not.
The angry part of me wanted to swing by the nightclub and give him a piece of my mind. I immediately felt guilty for using that turn of phrase, given Chutney’s current state. I’d have to think of a better one that didn’t invoke the werewolf’s remains.
A cooler head prevailed, and I walked all the way home without embarrassing myself or injuring any princes of hell. Brownie points for me.
