Burke followed Ad to Ad’s BMW, a sleek bullet the color of burgundy wine. Ad unlocked the vehicle.
“Hop in. I’ll give you a ride home.”
“It’s less than a mile from here. Thanks, but I’ll walk. I have some thinking to do.”
“It’ll save you time, though,” Ad said, standing behind the open driver’s door, ready to slip inside.
“I’m good, Ad. Thanks, though.”
“Talk later. Get home to your guy and have that raunchy s*x you like so much.”
Burke watched his best friend get into the expensive car and listened to its engine purr when Ad started the vehicle. He waved when Ad drove off, heading back to his own life along the lake with Dina. Good things would come to surface for Ad, Burke knew; kind things only life had to offer during the most opportune situations, all with Dina’s help and love.
