The party went late, but not late enough. Becky was stumbling drunk by the time Adam parked his car outside the two houses. He had to help get her inside and then asked if I needed a ride home. After he asked, he gave me a rueful grin. “Sorry, you’re sober, aren’t you?”
“I only had those two beers.”
“Yeah.” He scratched his head and Becky’s snores soon thundered down to where we stood in front of her door. He laughed and shook his head. “She’s something else, isn’t she?”
“She likes you.” I watched him carefully.
He stood still for a second and closed his eyes a fraction.
It was enough. I knew where he stood. “Stop being nice to her. You won’t hurt her so much then.”
He nodded and ran a hand through his hair. “I know. I do. I like Becky, just not that way.”
I shrugged and started tow
