A Ride with the Past

“And you?” he asked.

“I had three or four shots—nothing that can knock me out.”

“I’ll drive you home,” Dane said.

At that, Phoebe froze as though a bolt of lightning had struck her.

Phoebe had zero intention of letting her ex drive her home. She waved her hands and said, “No, thank you. Just take him. I can get back on my own... uh, I’ll call a driver!”

Dane’s dark, imposing eyes narrowed, and his