Page 226 of No Need to Run
But I don’t head for home.
Instead, I drive down the street, do a U-Turn, and park in the same place where Drew signed the rental agreement for the house.
I smile to myself.
Apparently I'm incapable of doing anything normally.
There’s no way I’m leaving him.
I can’t.
He drank far more whiskey for someone who barely drinks beer.
My fingers tighten around the steering wheel. I know all I’d do is worry all night if I left him alone.
What if he gets sick?
What if he chokes in his sleep?
What if he falls trying to get to the bathroom?
I count the minutes, then send him a text.
I’m not honest.
Not this time.
But there’s no way I’m telling him I’m sitting down the street from his house as we text back and forth.
The house finally goes dark.And stays that way.
I wait.
When enough time has passed, I unbuckle my seatbelt and climb out of my car.
Good thing I’m resourceful.
The porch light glows softly as I quietly make my way toward the front door.
The spare key is hidden exactly where I expected.
Of course it is.
Drew is a creature of habit.
And he prepares for everything.
Except me.
The lock clicks and I slip inside.
The house is silent.
I hear a tiny thump as Luna jumps down from Drew’s bed and runs down the hallway, a tiny meow escaping.
The little gray fluffball trots toward me before rubbing against my ankle.
I crouch, scratching behind her ears. "Hi, sweetheart."
