“This seat belt doesn’t lock. Truck’s too old,” I answered. “But I’ll be careful of her.”
She grabbed a snow chain and started walking to the back of my truck. I grabbed the rest and laid them out before starting the truck and moving it into place so I could attach the chains.
Cody helped me on the passenger side and then looked worriedly through the glass of the truck. “I’m serious. You’ll have to watch her every single second.”
“Okay.”
“I had to handcuff her to the bed last time she had to have Benadryl.”
My lips twitched. “Bet she loved that.”
Cody’s eyes were mischievous when she said, “When she woke up, she said it was a good thought, but she’d rather wake up to a man on the other side of the bed she’s handcuffed to next time.”
“She might have her wish then,” I joked. “I don’t think her going outside tonight would be a good thing.”
Cody’s eyes went serious. “No, definitely not.”
“You have her dog? I don’t mind stopping for him.”
Her head tilted toward me. “You miss him, huh?”
I wouldn’t lie to her about that. “He was a good friend over the last half a year.”
“I have your number from the Hulk there,” she said. “How about we meet at her place and I help you get Brawny in the truck.”
“Show me the way,” I said.
She headed toward the truck that was halfway across the parking lot.
“You sure about this?” Weaver asked.
“Yes.”
Weaver nodded. “Let me know if you need anything.” He paused. “I’ll head back inside and listen in on what’s going on.”
Meaning, he would go as far as he needed to, and not a single inch closer.
“Thanks,” I said. “Be careful going home.”
Weaver gave me a chin jerk and headed back toward the bar.
I got in my truck and held my hands out over the heater that was on full blast.
I hovered there as I waited for Cody to start moving, but kept glancing back and forth between Cody and Mable.
Mable who was staring morosely at the road in front of her. “I miss the sunshine.”
My gaze went to her. “You do?”
“It never seems like it’s bright enough during the winter,” she grumbled. “I have seasonal depression.”
I turned to face her. “You do?”
“Yeah.” She scrunched up her face. “Sometimes I think about moving to Florida so I know that I’ll have sun year-round. It’s the only thing that really seems to help.”
I idly wondered if the reason that Benadryl did this to her was because it was taking away her ability to hide.
It was something I’d have to ask her about when she was sober.
