The drive home was quiet for a little while. I was deep in thought and Bethany was kind enough to just leave it that way. Her phone rang and I paid little heed to it until she answered it.
“Yes, Sir?" she said into her Bluetooth.
Was it just my imagination or did her voice become a little breathy?
“Yes, I have her."
“Me?" I asked curiously.
Who was she talking to? I wondered, but she barely spared me a nod before ignoring me again.
“I'm going to take her home with me tonight," she continued.
“Just drop me off at a hotel, Bethany. I'll be fine," I insisted.
She gave me a nasty look. “Yes, Sir. Please pass on a giant kick in the balls from me while you're there."
When I raised an eyebrow at that comment, she mouthed the word 'Trev.' My heart jumped just at his name, and I hated the
