Arwen woke with a start as the slamming of a car door caught her ear. The heavy weight of an arm around her shoulder made her stiffen and she tilted her head to look up at the dark eyes looking down on her. Why, oh why, had Deidre made him her savior today? He had been the reason for her drinking binge the night before. The wine had been too cheap and too strong she had gagged on the first three mouthfuls. She should have stopped. But then the chowder had tasted bitter, and she had thought it was because of the wine she was drinking, and she should have stopped eating the chowder as well.
“Why are you grinning at me?” she wanted to punch his smug face.
“Because we are home and yet you are still curled up on my chest like a helpless kitten. It’s cute.” He followed her gaze to the front do
