CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
They were almost to her place when a wave of exhaustion hit Keri.
“Do you think you could just drop me at home?” she asked Ray. “I’m really tired. I’ll just walk over to the lagoon and get my car in the morning.”
“Sure,” he said and pulled into the small alley behind the building that housed Keri’s apartment and the Chinese restaurant below it. It was almost 9 p.m. and the place was pretty empty although the strong smell of Kung Pao chicken still hung heavy in the air.
Keri trudged up the stairs to her place, with Ray, carrying her box from work, right behind.
“You can just put it on the breakfast table,” she told him. “I’ll deal with it in the morning. It’s not like I have anything else to do.”
“You want some water?” he asked, apparently refusing to go there.
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