“Oh,” he exhaled, the anger draining out of his voice, replaced by the familiar condescension. “You should have told me. I would have driven you home.”
“I didn't want to ruin your night. You were busy with Kyle and Denise.”
“Yeah, well, that’s sorted,” he muttered. “Look, I’m sorry I snapped at you earlier. I was just stressed. You know how Kyle is.”
“I know. It’s okay.”
“Are you at home?” he asked. “I’m leaving now. I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”
My heart skipped a beat. I looked at the sign passing by. International Departures - 5 Miles.
“Actually, no,” I said. “Jessica called. You know, my friend who’s going through the divorce? She’s having a breakdown. She needs me tonight.”
“Tonight?” Brandon groaned. “Maureen, it’s late. And you’re not feeling well.”
“I have to go, Brandon. She has no one else. I’m already in the cab to her place.”
“Fine,” he sighed, clearly annoyed but trying to hide it. “When will you be back?”
“Soon,” I said. “Don’t worry. I’ll be back before you know it.”
“Okay. Call me when you get there.”
“I will,” I promised. “Oh, and Brandon?”
“Yeah?”
“I left your anniversary gift in our room. On the nightstand. I’m sorry it’s late, but I think you’ll really love it.”