“As a matter of fact…” He held up a finger and pulled out his phone. “We worked on his truck so we should have him in the computer.” He flicked through some screens and tapped a few things, then my phone buzzed in my pocket. “Texted the address to you.”
I tried not to feel guilty about using his personal information. It was a deep sore spot for me. But in this instance, it was simply to dispatch him to a bed. One that I wouldn’t be in. “Thanks.”
“No problem.” He scratched under the ball cap before pulling it around the right way. “Do you want me to follow you?”
“Nah. If he doesn’t wake up, I’ll just put the top up and let him sleep it off in the car.”
“You’re a cruel woman.”
“Yeah, well, he’s an idiot.”
One I didn’t want to develop feelings for, but I didn’t seem to have much choice in the matter.
Fifteen
Okay, so I wouldn’t leave him in the car. It was supposed to be near freezing tonight. That was even too cold for the human heater.
I shoved the car seat back and nudged Lucky enough that he woke up. Wonderful.
“Ruby. Ruby.” His voice was a singsong tenor crossed with a warbling bird. “Ruby of the finest beauty.”
I shook my head and slowly pulled into traffic. Handily, it was early enough that the sun should keep him from freezing his ass off. I looked at the text Gage sent me. I wasn’t exactly sure where Lucky lived, but that was what the maps app was for.
God bless Apple products. The address had turned into a hyperlink and popped open the app.
I set the phone in the cradle and turned on the radio, hoping it would drown him out. Unfortunately, Lucky was a human jukebox and seemed to know every song.
Didn’t matter the channel I changed it to, he knew them all.
When I got the urge to sing along with him, I stifled it just long enough to pull into his driveway. I was obviously losing my damn mind.
I turned off the car and he slumped in the back, pressing his cheek to the window like a forlorn very large boy. “You took the music away.”
“Time to go to bed.”
“Oh, I like that idea.” He sat up, but he got his big feet tangled and fell back again. “I might need help, Ruby.”
I slipped out of the car and glanced up at the two-story house. It was tidy with the lawn freshly mowed, and two brown bags set on the curb for pickup. The bottom level had a cheery array of fall flowers, pumpkins, and the twisted gourd things. A wreath on the door was obviously handmade with a set of small hands in the mix. The second floor had a wrought iron railing that gleamed in the late day sun. A heavy rocking chair with a sunny yellow pillow was the only decoration there.
Probably Lucky’s part of the house.
Which meant stairs. Yay me.
I glanced back at the car. Lucky was staring at me, those green eyes seeing far too much. I had a feeling most of the beer had worn off. He probably had a metabolism like a steam engine.
I pulled the lever for the seat to flip forward. “Think you can make it up the stairs, Thor?”
He held out his hand to me.
I gave him a flat stare. “You think I can pull you out?”
“You can do anything.”
“You’re literally the worst.” I leaned in to grab his arm, but he hauled me on top of him.
“Oops.”
I planted my hands on his chest and rolled my eyes. Not that sober, evidently. “Very funny.”