I don’t know if we could get away with that. Ollie is a bit too drunk and I don’t want to do anything to throw him off his game. He’s doing great so far tonight.
Even if he’s talking about going to a cracker-making class with his coworkers.
“I wish my husband knew me as well as you two know each other,” Sharon says.
“Well, we have known each other all of our lives,” I say. “Makes it easy.”
“You two really are the cutest. I’m just so happy that Ollie is happy. So happy,” Sharon says. If possible, she’s more drunk than Ollie.
“I’m soooo happy,” Ollie slurs. “Hunter is the best. The best boyfriend ever.”
“Why have you kept this slab of man all to yourself?” Sharon asks. “He is quite handsome, Ollie.”
“He issohandsome,” Ollie repeats.
“Okay. I think it’s time to head home.” I grab the drinkfrom Ollie and set it on the table. “We don’t need to hear how handsome I am.”
“But you are,” Ollie slurs. “The handsomest boyfriend. To ever handsome.”
“Sharon, it was very nice to meet you. I need to get this guy in bed.”
“Damn right you do!” she shrieks.
“Not what I meant.” I shake my head. Ollie sways, ready to pass out.
Looping my arm around his waist, I steer him out of the bar. A cold gust of wind hits us smack in the face.
“Sharon really likes you. Like, really, really likes you.” Ollie hiccups.
“She was nice.”
“She thought you were quite handsome too.”
“I think you did as well.”
“Because you are. I mean, have you seen yourself?”
I smile. “Okay, now I know you’re drunk.”
“I can be drunk and think you’re hot, Hunter.” Ollie comes to a dead stop on the sidewalk. “Oh my God. Did I say that out loud?”
“It’s fine.” I grab his hand and try to drag him to the car, but for a drunk person, he’s surprisingly strong.
“I really shouldn’t think about your abs. I know you have them. I felt them. And those tree-cutting arms. So strong.”
“Do I need to put them to good use tonight and carry you to the car?”
“You would?”
I step in front of him and stare down at him. His breath comes out in puffs in the cold air. “Yes. You, Ollie, are drunk and need to get home. You’re going to have a wicked hangover tomorrow.”
He slaps at my chest. “I’ll be fine.”
“Sure.”
This time, when I start walking, he comes with me. Opening the passenger door, I help Ollie inside and make sure he gets buckled in. His soft hands try to swat mine away, but hold on instead.
“Thank you, Hunter.”
