Chapter Twenty-Six
Dawson
Evie was drunk. Messy drunk. After the scene in Lost Deer Bar, I managed to get her outside with just about all our friends following. I didn’t mind their presence so much, but I focused on getting her home. I’d relinquished any hope we were going to talk tonight because she was definitely too drunk.
Trying to get her in my truck would’ve been difficult if it weren’t for her being so lightweight. After I opened the door, she tried twice to climb in, her foot slipping each time. She elbowed me away the third time, and I caught her the next time. Lifting her, I said, “Let’s just get you home. This is the quickest way.”
I eased her in, leaning around her and ignoring her sweet, musky scent as I buckled her seat belt. When I met her gaze, her blue eyes were hazy.
