I wasn’t going to point that out. It would just be looking for trouble, and now that Dick was here, I was in a bad mood.

“I have to go,” I said, downing my second glass of whiskey before setting it down on the low coffee table in the middle of our couches.

“Come on, so soon?” Noah asked. “One more.”

“Ben is waiting for me.”

“Your mom knows you drink late sometimes. She offered to watch,” Noah pointed out.

I shook my head. “You have Ava at ...