Aaron’s temper was at a steady boil by the time they made it back to Rick’s place. He managed to keep a lid on it as they hauled Rick’s dead weight out of the truck and into the house. Rick was already snoring by the time they poured him into bed.
Gemma tugged off his shoes. “Do you think it’s safe to leave him? He’s not so drunk he’s going to have alcohol poisoning or something, right?”
“I saw him do that once in college, after Becky Winthrop dumped him. I don’t think he’s that far gone now,”
Aaron said.
“In that case, I hope he has the hangover from Hell tomorrow for putting me through this.” With one last look of concern and irritation, she walked out of the bedroom.
Aaron held his tongue until they made it into the living room. “Now, how about you tell me what the hell is t
