“We didn’t choose to pass out here. It just happened,” I grumbled.
“Well, lucky for you, I was just driving around and stopped. I can give you a ride back.”
“No thanks,” I snapped.
He actually looked taken aback from my refusal. “You…don’t want a ride?”
“We have one coming,” Josie said, sitting up. “That’s what she meant to say.”
“Actually, I meant to say I didn’t want a ride with him,” I said, glaring at the man.
He huffed out a laugh, running his hand over the back of his neck. “Did I miss the part where offering a ride was a bad thing?”
Josie leaned over and whispered, “I thought you didn’t want to be mean?”
Ryder snorted in amusement, which only earned him another glare.
“Thank you,” I said sweetly, “but we have a ride coming.”
“Um…”
I looked over at Josie as she winced down at her phone. “He can’t leave the bar.”
“What? But?—”
“Lizzy had a problem with Willa.” She looked up at me and shrugged. “Sorry.”
Ryder chuckled to himself. “So, youdoneed a ride.”
My face flamed bright red. Why did I have to be such a bitch to him? Why couldn’t I have just politely declined?
He stepped forward like the bigger person and held out his hand for me to take. Dammit, he was even a gentleman. I thought about telling him no, only because I wanted to get off the ground on my own, without him seeing all my wobbly bits shift as I stood. It was one thing when I was dressed properly, but I was in skin-tight shorts and a tank top that showed off my rolls when I bent over.
That was not something I wanted him to see, but I wasn’t sure why.
But there was no way out of this. If I told him no now, I would just further my humiliation. So, I took his hand and sucked in a breath, hoping the worst of my fat was sucked away.
“Thank you,” I muttered, wiping the grass from my butt.
“You’re welcome,” he grinned.
He helped Josie up next, and while he was turned to her for two point five seconds, I pulled the shirt from my belly, hoping the sweat wouldn’t make every inch of it cling to me.
“So, where can I drop you ladies?” he asked as he walked back to his car.
I wasn’t paying attention as Josie shot ahead of me, getting in the back seat, sticking her tongue out at me. I glowered at her, pissed that she was putting herself in the back. If I sat back there, too, it would like we thought he was our chauffeur.
She snickered at me as she got inside, but I ignored her, opening the passenger side door, only to stop when I saw the leather seats.
“Crap,” I muttered.
“What?”
“You have leather seats.”
“And?”
“And I’ve been sweating.”
