“You’re an ass.”
“Maybe,” he said. “But I’m not a kidnapper.”
“Then how, exactly, did I wind up here at your parents’ house, with no recollection of how I got here? I don’t recall you asking. And I don’t recall agreeing to come.”
“That can easily be explained by the amount of alcohol you drank last night.” With a tilted head and raised eyebrows he simply said, “You passed out.”
No. Kira shook her head. No way. She had never in her life consumed enough alcohol to pass out. “Fell asleep, maybe. But I most certainly did not pass out. Okay, let’s say you’re telling the truth and I fell asleep in your car.”
“I am telling the truth,” he said confidently, still blocking her escape.
“So there I am, asleep in your car, and all you can think to do is take me on the four hour drive up to your parents’ house?”
“What would you have liked me to do with you?” he challenged.
“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe take me to my home?” she yelled.
“You have no memory of what happened after we got to the restaurant, do you?”
No, not really.
“You don’t remember me going through your bag to find your wallet to find your driver’s license?”
Nope. “If I had seen you doing that I would have told you I don’t have a driver’s license.” She’d lived in New York City all her life and couldn’t afford to keep a car, so she’d never bothered to learn how to drive.
“I found a few college IDs, a bunch of credit cards, and insurance cards. But you know what I didn’t find?” He didn’t give her a chance to answer. “Anything with your current address on it.”
Very possible.
“So I tried your phone, hoping I could find a home number or Connie’s number.”
She winced. “You need a security code to access it.”
“Yes, you do.” He shifted his position so his back rested against the door. “And even though I could rouse you to ask, you weren’t giving up the code, any phone numbers, or your address. So there I sat, parked on Thirty-Eighth Street with a drunk woman fast asleep in my front seat.”
“You could have tried harder to wake me up.”
“Oh, I tried,” he said. “For the record, you are very cranky when your sleep is disturbed.”
That was true.
“So there I sat,” he repeated. “A drunk woman fast asleep in my front seat. No idea where she lived and unable to contact anyone on her phone while the minutes ticked by. I sat there for an hour, Kira. Then I tried to wake you again. You grumbled and complained in words I couldn’t understand. I asked where you lived. You refused to tell me. But you know what you did say, loud and clear?”
Kira wasn’t sure she wanted to know.
Too bad, because Derrick seemed intent on telling her. “You said, ‘Take me home with you. I want to go home with you.’ Over and over. So you know what? That’s exactly what I did. I brought you home with me.”
Kira narrowed her eyes. “I don’t believe you.”
He reached into the front pocket of his slacks and pulled out his cell phone, pressed a few buttons, then held out the screen for her to watch and listen to him trying to get her home address and her refusing to answer.
“You took a video of me?” And not a very flattering one. Yikes!
He nodded. “You seemed like the kind of woman who’d want proof.”
That she was. She’d glanced away from the screen but looked back in time to see and hear herself say, “I want to go home with you. Take me home with you.”
Kira turned to face the window. “I’m never drinking alcohol out in public again.”
Derrick walked up behind her. For some strange reason she didn’t feel at all threatened by his closeness. “I didn’t go down to the city planning to bring you up here. But I’d had every intention of heading up after I met with you. Family takes care of family. You were right. So I cleared my appointment schedule and got someone to cover for me so I could help my dad this weekend. I didn’t know what else to do with you. It was getting late. My dad was depending on me to be here this morning. So I brought you with me. As soon as I spend some time with my parents and help get Mom settled for the day, I’ll take you home.”
Kira turned to face him. “Thank you.”
“Now let’s go down and have some breakfast, then you can meet Mom, last I checked, she was still sleeping.”
Go down and have breakfast, as in with his father? Kira would rather starve. “Your father hates me.”
Derrick smiled. “He doesn’t hate you. As far as he knows you’re my friend Kira who wanted to come home with me this weekend.”
“Wanted? That’s a bit of a stretch, don’t you think?”
“We can go downstairs and tell him the truth if you want.” Derrick headed for the door. “Your call.”
“Wait. No.” Kira followed him. “Let’s not.”
Конец ознакомительного фрагмента.
Текст предоставлен ООО «ЛитРес».
Прочитайте эту книгу целиком, купив полную легальную версию на ЛитРес.
Безопасно оплатить книгу можно банковской картой Visa, MasterCard, Maestro, со счета мобильного телефона, с платежного терминала, в салоне МТС или Связной, через PayPal, WebMoney, Яндекс.Деньги, QIWI Кошелек, бонусными картами или другим удобным Вам способом.
