I backed Kyle's car out of the driveway and steered it toward the road leading out of the resort. “I don't even know if he'll be there,” she said. “Sven?” She nodded. “Why wouldn't he be?” “Because I just dropped him off...” Her voice trailed off as she turned her head to look at the clock on the dashboard. “Three hours ago.” I shook my head. “Jesus.” “I know. It was a late night.” She leaned her head back again and smiled. “Again.” “Not what I meant.” I waited for a lull in traffic and pulled out onto the highway. “You drove home drunk.” She didn't say anything. “Not cool,” I said, hoping she could hear the disgust and disapproval in my voice. “I know, I know,” she mumbled. “This isn't even your car,”
