NINETEEN
Still drowsy, Emma lay in bed half-listening to a sheepish Dugald recount his sorry tale to an unsympathetic brother. From what she could gather – Cal had engaged “public mode” but he was sitting on the edge of the bed with his back to her – an off-duty but vigilant police officer had halted Dugald’s truck and demanded he submit to a blood-alcohol test. When a check of the vehicle revealed auto-drive hadn’t been activated, Dugald had been charged with drink driving and removed to a police cell to sober up overnight. The truck remained parked by the side of the road.
‘I’ll send Barney to collect the truck later,’ Cal said, following a lengthy silence. ‘But you can stew, bro. It’s gonna be some time before I forgive you for embarrassing me in front of Emma and Jack. And what about
