Chapter 48

“How drunk do you think you were?”

“I really don’t know.”

I calmed down, took a deep breath, and found some Zen. There was no reason to yell. No reason to be fired up. “Of course you don’t know. Do you remember even half of what you did?”

Again, he shook his head.

“What were you thinking getting that blitzed last night? You could have killed yourself, especially putting your life in Katz’s hands and riding on his Harley drunk and without a helmet. Do you know he parked his cycle in my front yard instead of in the drive last night?”

A frown formed on Tacoma’s adorable face. He even looked delicious when he was sad. His head fell forward even more.

I took my right hand and rubbed it through his mussed hair, down a cheek, then lifted his chin. “You let me down. Do you know how worried I was about you?”

“I don’t.”

“More than you’ll ever know.” I paused. Silence came over me. Calmness. And then I whispered, attempting to console him, “I was more worried than mad.”