Mick didn’t notice that Patty was still in the car until he was a half dozen steps toward the three-story white block structure of Matanuska Hall. He circled back and opened her door for her. She was slumped in her seat, her arms crossed tightly in front of her. It always amused him that angry women didn’t understand that gesture only emphasized the shape of their breasts—of which Patty’s were a particularly fine example—and distracted men even further from whatever was the matter.
In this case Patty was glaring at the dashboard as if it was trying to kill her.
She been so bright when they left the Moose’s Tooth, practically shining from within. He’d seen her drunk a few times and she wasn’t in any stage of her manically-inebriated modes, but even dead sober her moods could move fast en
