“Hello?” he muttered, squinting to see the time displayed on his digital alarm.He was pretty sure it read 1:10.“Brandon?”Olivia. He recognized her voice immediately—although he could tell there was something wrong. “Yes?”“I’m sorry, Brandon.”She sounded genuinely distraught. “For what, honey? It’s okay that you didn’t come over. I wasn’t really expecting you.”“I meant for b-bothering you in the middle of the night.”When she sniffed, he gripped the phone harder. She was crying. “That’s okay, too. What’s wrong?”“Um…do you think…would it be too much trouble…I hate to ask this, but…”“Where are you?” He was awake enough to hear that she was slurring her words. That, together with the loud music in the background, indicated she was at a bar. But, if so, where? In Sac? Or in Whiskey Creek?“S-s-sexy S-s-Sadie’s!” she announced, laughing. “I think I’m drunk. I was only going to have one drink, but…I don’t know what happened.”“You had more.”“Yep.”He’d assumed she left town.
