I nod slowly, warming to the idea of being my own man again. Being single, being with Dave. “Yeah. Yeah, that sounds good. Let’s do it.”
Dave beams like he’s about to open Christmas presents. “All right!”
* * * *
Because it’s almost midnight, I don’t bother calling my mother to check on Jenna. I’ll be home soon enough, I promise myself. But I’m glad Dave’s driving, because even though I roll down the passenger side window enough to get a stiff, cold breeze across my face, I’m in no shape to drive. Dave realizes this, and doesn’t even suggest we stop to pick up my car, just drives past the now darkened mall and onto his house.