Still, I wanted to check in. I needed a ride. And Anna might be the only other person who could fill in some of the holes I had from last night.
With the phone dead, though, I was out of luck.
But then I saw Chase getting into his convertible in the parking lot.
Looking over, he spotted me. “Amber.” The longer he looked, the higher his brows rose. “Aren’t those the same clothes you were wearing last night?”
“Can you drive me home?” I asked him. I was so desperate to get out of here, there wasn’t time to explain.
“Yeah, get in.”
I couldn’t calm down until Chase started the car and drove us out of that parking lot. He revved the engine a few times, which my headache did not agree with, but I couldn’t be mad when he was essentially rescuing me.
A few lights away, Chase glanced at me a
