Boone

“I'll follow you home,” I tell Alexis as we leave the bar. It sounds decidedly domestic. 

“Okay.” She waves. “See you there.”

I've never paid as much attention to someone driving in front of me as I do tonight. I watch every single car around her, hoping others realize how special the person up there is. I had the hardest time driving Abel around when he was a kid because people would pull stupid-ass moves in cars, and I'd be honking ...