Ten
If there had ever been a time when he’d been this glad to turn his taillights to Devyn, Nick couldn’t recall it. He watched the town shrink in his rearview mirror as he headed up Badger Pass toward home and felt some of the tension and bitterness slip away. He’d lain awake most of the night, catching only a few moments of restless sleep, too anxious to relax enough to sleep even if the drunk singer hadn’t slipped from his slurred serenading into the loudest, most obnoxious chorus of snorts and snores Nick had ever heard.
On a somewhat better note, his resolve to keep his mouth shut about the r**e had held through the arraignment, and the judge had actually seemed impressed when the topic of a self-defense dismissal had been broached and he’d stated simply, I accept the consequences.
