When the designated driver arrived, Reese was still drunk. Blake gently helped her into the car. She wasn’t heavy, but she clung to his neck a bit too tightly, mumbling softly.

With a slight frown, Blake secured her in the seat and buckled her up. The driver asked for their destination.

Blake hesitated for a moment, then turned to Reese. “Where do you live? I’ll take you there.”

“I... don’t want... to go home... No...” In her drunken state, Reese struggled to ...