Ten
Kit held up a six-pack of Fuzzy Navel wine coolers. “I brought the reinforcements.”
“Can’t,” I said, motioning to the steering wheel in front of me. “I’m driving.”
Not to mention the fact that, although I was inspired to my act of womanly duty, I was hesitant to have a repeat of last night’s drunken confessions. The car seemed like the easiest excuse.
Besides, my stalking enterprises hadn’t turned out real well when I was sober. I could only imagine what would happen if I tried it drunk.
The wine coolers did look really refreshing, though.
Never deterred, Kit leaned across the console, plucked the keys from the ignition, and tossed them in the back seat.
“I’ll won’t let you drive drunk.”
I started to reach back to find them, but she stopped me.
“Come on, let’s have a little fu
