“Yeah, you’re right. I guess I better at least take a nap this afternoon.”
Derek smiled with satisfaction, pleased by his victory. Jesse didn’t actually intend to sleep, but he wouldn’t wander around Chicago, half dead on his feet, either. He didn’t think he could deal with Michelle in his state, anyway. She would be able to tell something was wrong, and if she caught even a hint of what happened with Carly, or between him and Gideon, she would be convinced all over again that Gideon was an evil influence, a murderer, a vamp that needed to die.
Derek drove him directly to the house, alternately asking questions about Carly and sipping from his coffee. Jesse answered to the best of his ability, carefully measuring his words so Derek wouldn’t have reason to suspect he was leaving anything out.
“Thanks for the lift,” Jesse said, once they reached the house.
“Thanks for the extra work,” Derek said with a smile.