Chapter Twenty-Two

Several hours and some drinks later, Bastian and I stumbled out of the bar. It had become even more crowded as the night had gone on and we both had work in the morning. Even so, I was delightfully tipsy, and from the not-quite-straight way Bastian was walking, he wasn't much better. It felt wonderful.

I held onto his burly arm as we stepped out into the hot night air. It felt almost cooler out here without all the people crowding into the small space. Bastian patted his pocket for the keys and I giggled as he stumbled on a perfectly straight step.

“I can't drive,” he announced. He looked at me and how I was hanging off of him and giggling uncontrollably. “And neither can you. I'll call Elijah.”

“Where is he?” I asked, looking around. I hadn't seen him all night.

“I asked him to be discreet tonight,” Bastian informed me with a wink. I giggled, feeling naughty.

Bastian pulled out his phone and hit a button. “Elijah. We need a ride.” Someone said something on the other line and Bastian