5
PIPER
“You can’t drive,” I said, snatching the keys out of Bradley’s hand.
“Come on. I’m fine.”
I ignored him. He’d spilled a glass of wine on me. He wasn’t fine. And sure, he’d sobered up some since then, but I wasn’t going to risk it. I’d drive him home. I opened the driver’s side, grasped the oh-s**t bar, and towed myself into his truck. It was a lifted F-250 that he used on construction sites, where he worked for Wright Construction. He’d been promoted to a site manager, but it was still day-to-day construction work. It wore on him, which was why he always drank so much. I almost always drove us home.
He climbed into the passenger seat with a grumble. “I could have driven.”
“Whatever. We’re out in the middle of nowhere.”
“You’re staying at my place tonight?” he asked, dropping
