my eyes land on Reanna at the entrance. She’s wearing a short dress with a cropped cardigan on top, and her long hair lifts in the breeze. Crossing the space quickly, she stops right in front of me smiling. “You’re here.” I’m not smiling. “Get in the Jeep. I’m taking you home.” “To your home?” “No. You’re drunk.” I catch her arm, leading her to my vehicle, where I help her into the seat and strap the belt over her shoulder and lap. She puts her hands on my shoulders as I make sure she’s secure in the seat. “You do care.” “I never said I didn’t care. I said we can’t be together.”
