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“You’re right you’d never Get it through that thickheaded McKay skull of yours: you are not driving I’ll call Tell to coet you”

Dalton’s head snapped up “No Keep my family out of it I don’t want them to see me like this”

“What? Drunk?”

He shook his head “Like a fkin’ chuia stared at him “Dalton Honey You’re kind of a mess Will you let me drive you home?”

“Really? You’d do that?”

“Of course”

“Because of Tell?”

“No Because of RJ”

Another moment of silence passed between the the bar

He said, “Thanks I’ll take you up on that ride”

She eyed him “I walked here frouy and there’s no way I can help you into the cab of this et in on my own” He hoisted hier side

Georgia had driven her fair share of pickups, but this one was jacked up, tricked out, and she could barely reach the pedals With her luck, Dalton would pass out before he told her where he lived Driving aiht with a brokenhearted drunk wasn’t her idea of fun

So call Tell

No Dalton had asked her not to Which left her with one choice

She parked his rig at the curb in front of her house because she feared she’d take out the neighbor’s bushes if she atteered out of his pickup and into her house on his own She directed hi room couch

He yanked off his boots out of habit and flopped on the sofa with a weary sigh He draped his aronna be payin’ for ht andlike a fkin’ tornado”

“Do you want coffee?”

“Nah Thanks I’ht him a pillow and a blanket “The bathrooonna puke, if that’s what you’re worried about I can hold my liquor”

“Well, I’d prefer you didn’t pee on my sofa either So you knohere the toilet is in case you need to use it”

He snorted “You’re funny And sweet Not at all what I thought you’d be”

Georgia perched on the edge of the coffee table “I’m afraid to ask what Tell has told you about me”

“Nothin’, really That says a lot”

“Why?”

“Ifthere to talk about”

That made no sense

“You ain’t playin’ him, are you?” Dalton said softly “He deserves better”

“Tell deserves the best because he’s the best man I’ve ever known”