I grabbed Arnie’s key fob from his hand. “Let’s go. We’ll figure it out.”

Just outside of the restaurant, Christina hugged me. “Bye, my bestest friend ever. I hope you get some yum yum tonight.” She giggled.

“Bye.” I shook my head as Jamison rolled his eyes at her drunkenness.

I was able to just click “Home” on Arnie’s navigation since no one was with it enough to give me his address. It took fifteen minutes to get there. I hopped out to make sure he made it to his door okay.

“Stay.” He put his hands into prayer position. “Please.”

“I have to take them home. But I had fun. Thank you so much.”

“Fine.” He sighed. “Goodnight, hot girl.”

Just as I started to laugh, he grabbed my face and kissed me. It was hard, but rather still. Not a lot of movement.

“Goddamn … you taste good.” He opened his door and stumbled inside.

As soon as the door shut, I wiped my mouth and descended the walk to his Escalade. When I climbed into the driver’s seat, I could feel Fisher’s gaze on me from the back seat with Angie draped across his lap sleeping.

“What’s Angie’s address?”

“Just go home,” Fisher said.

“It’s no problem. I can take—”

“She’s staying with me tonight, and we’ll get her vehicle tomorrow. Just go.”

I think I would have preferred an actual kick to my gut than to hear his anger. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it wasn’t. Either way, I couldn’t talk past the lump in my throat all the way home.

“Let’s go. Can you walk?” Fisher asked Angie.

“Carry me, babe,” she said in a sleepy voice.

As I shut the driver’s door, he lifted her from the back seat and kicked the door shut, wobbling a bit as if being reminded that he, too, had plenty to drink.

“Ninety-three-eleven is my garage code,” Fisher said.

I typed it in and led the way to open the door to the house, wondering who this woman really was in his life. How did she come and go like they were still together?

Touching him.

Calling him “babe.”

Batting her eyelashes.

I didn’t get it.

“Can you find your feet?” he asked her as he eased her from his arms.

Angie wobbled a bit on her heels before stepping out of them and wobbling a bit more as she made her way down the short hallway to his bedroom. “Don’t make me wait,” she said, unzipping her dress and letting it fall to the floor a few feet from his door.

I lost sight of her as she reached to unhook her bra.

Fisher rubbed his temples, closing his eyes. “Thanks for driving.”