POV’s Tate
I grabbed his arm. “You had three beers, you’re not driving anywhere.” I looked at Lena. “Hey, would it be ok if you drove Ethan and his car home and Ubered to the airport from there? If not, I’ll just drive him and Uber back.”
Lena shook her head. “No, no. That works perfectly, since it’s in the direction of the airport. I’m a little ahead of schedule anyway.”
I thanked Lena before Riley, and I hugged her, wishing her a safe flight.
While Lena had refused to give us any more details about her mystery man, she’d promised to keep her location on and to update us on anything that happened.
I felt slightly nervous, letting her go across the sea to meet with some guy that none of us knew, but Lena had a good head on her shoulders. She’d be ok.
I hoped so, at least, as I watch
