She called Brenden, but he didn’t answer. The ride to Andy’s place was silent. They pulled into his driveway and he stopped the car and looked at Irene.
“I’m going to have a few drinks,” he said after a beat of silence. “You’re welcome to join me.” He stepped out of the car and slammed the door shut, not waiting for her answer.
She thought over his invitation. She couldn’t stand the thought of sitting in her apartment alone while she worried herself to death. Even Andy’s bad mood was preferable. A few seconds passed and then she let herself out and followed him inside.
He was already in the kitchen when she entered. “Do you like rum or whiskey?” he called.
“Either will do,” she answered. She sat on his couch and sighed heavily. He entered the living room a few seconds later, a drink in
