Chapter 90: Austin

I kept watch over her from the corner of my eye. She didn't talk to anyone other than the bartender to order a drink. The amber liquid never appeared to diminish, but I'd kept count of how many glasses she'd ordered...and consumed. I assumed it was whiskey, although that was nothing more than a random guess. It didn't matter if it was whiskey, tequila, bourbon, or rum. Unless she'd taken up drinking in New York, the moment she stood from that stool, she'd fall flat on her ass.

I wasn't here to keep her from embarrassing herself, but I'd be damned if I would have to face Jack Adams after another one of his daughters nearly killed herself in a fatal car accident. If that meant I had to stay here until last call to ensure she didn't become a smear on the highway, then so be it.