"That's the car," he said, pointing.
He fumbled with the door handle, but when I saw he nearly lost his balance, I rushed to steady him. Holding him tightly by the waist.
"What the fuck are you doing, Porter?"
I looked up into his glare. My hands were still braced at his waist. "I thought you were going to pass out."
"And catching me like this is supposed to keep us both up? Brilliant."
His cold tone stung, making me pull back immediately. I'd only been trying to help.
By the time I slid into the driver's seat, he was already sleeping in the car.
"I'm only doing this because I don't have a choice," I muttered under my breath.
We got home without incident. I handed him his keys and didn't see him again for days.
By the time Monday came, my uniform and ID had arrived at the Hewitt estate. I'd been too excited to sleep properly, waking up even earlier than I needed to.
