Let me make you some coffee," he suggested. "And ruin this perfectly good buzz? Hell, I've earned it." She took a step and wavered. "Besides, I don't think it'll make me sober. Probably just wide-awake drunk." Jack tightened his hold around her and laughed in spite of himself. "All right, Mel. I can put you in my bed and take the couch…" "But sometimes I have deer in my yard in the morning," she said, a little whiny. "I want to go home. They might come back." Home. That sounded good to Jack, that she thought of that cabin as her home. "All right, Mel. I'll take you home." "That's a relief," she said. "Because I'm pretty sure I already can't drive. Even on a straight and undangerous road." "You're a lightweight," he said. They
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