He managed to keep his head in the game long enough to arrive at the television offices. He knew for the most part he was on his own, she was only here for moral support. She hadn’t been privy to his conversation before, nor how he shunned them two years before. He hadn’t driven in years but she suggested he take the wheel so she could remove the sand from between her toes.
‘You’re actually serious’ he’d asked, eyebrows raised. ‘Last drive I drove a car I think I drove through red lights and into some convenience store.’
She lifted her head, fingers covered in grains of sand. ‘Well this time you’re sober, and you have a babysitter.’ She gave him a glorious smile. He could probably face a pack of wolves at her side, and not have an ounce of nerves. That was the theory anyway. As he parke
