Chapter 33

“I’ve got to go.”

“Of course.”

Matthew shifted out of the booth and tried to stand, but found himself swaying. “Whoa!” he giggled. “Shun’t’ve had that last one.”

“Here, let me help you.”

Matthew drew himself up. “‘m fine. I can handle myself.”

“Of course you can. I beg your pardon.”

“Yeah.” He hiccoughed. “Uh…G’night.”

He was halfway to the door when Larry called out, “Where are you going, Matt?”

“Home.”

“Oh, no you don’t! You’re not driving anywhere. Sit down. I’m calling you a cab.”

Matthew would have snarled at him that he was perfectly fine to drive, but when he turned to glare at Larry, there were two of him behind the bar. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea for him to get behind the wheel. “Um…okay.”

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Juan de Vivar

Juan de Vivar frowned as he watched Matthew Crist stagger toward the door and then change direction and collapse against the bar. He should have acquiesced when de Vivar had offered his assistance.