Yale inquired with apparently detached interest as he opened the door of the Alfa Romeo two hours later and stuffed Dara inside."Why do you care? I'm not going to be spending the weekend with you anyway!"He slammed the door shut with a narrow-eyed glance and walked around the hood. In the distance Sam Tyler's truck lumbered up the empty street in search of the Interstate entrance. In a short while Dara would be home. She was extraordinarily grateful for the knowledge."How long do you usually stay in this sort of mood?" Yale asked as he slid behind the wheel."Shut up and take me home.""I can't. I don't know where you live."Gritting her teeth, Dara gave him directions. As he pulled away from the curb she glanced back down the street at the now silent bar. As long as she lived in Eugene it was going to remain the landmark of her debacle, she decided sadly."I just wish Hank had gone to the cops before we ran into him." She sighed. "And if that wish could be granted, I'd go on to wish that we'd never run into Hank!""Don't blame him for what happened last night.
