I heard the door slam shut and I looked up at the time. It was 2 a.m. Rubbing the stubble that had grown in over the past few days, I stretched in my chair and headed out of the office. With my eyebrow raised and my arms crossed, I looked at Nate trying unsuccessfully to sneak back into his room.
“A little late, don’t you think?”
He jumped and nearly knocked over a vase full of flowers Meredith had set there a day before.
“f**k. Don’t scare me like that.” There was the barest hint of a slur in his words. Meaning he was very drunk.
“You didn’t drive home did you?”
Nate groaned. “No Dad. I didn’t. Were you waiting up for me or something?”
“Would it matter?”
“You work too much.” He pulled off his bomber jacket, and tucked a hand into his jeans pocket. “Go to sleep, Silas. I’ll tell Mer
