“I’m alright, really.”
“I’m just worried. If I’d had four ciders in less than two hours, I’d feel it, and you’re a lot smaller than I am.”
Emily knew he had a point, but she couldn’t afford a taxi all the way back to Croydon. She said as much.
“OK. An Uber then?”
Emily sighed. She didn’t want to argue.
“I’ll pay half. Will you put in your address, and I’ll book it?” Rowan slid his phone across the table at her. She wondered if this was his sneaky way of getting her address, but he wasn’t the devious type. If he was, he would have offered to take her home and made an excuse to come in, wouldn’t he? She tapped in her address.
A couple of minutes later, they got up and left the bar. Rowan walked her to the tree-lined avenue where she would be picked up. Emily felt wobbly on her feet, an
