Thirty-Eight

Breanna glanced back at him. Sure, he wasn’t perfect, but since he was the first man to take a serious interest in her, she wasn’t about to lose the chance of getting married. Besides, he would change after they were married. She’d make sure of that.

After scheduling a ride, she slipped on her jacket and hurried outside to wait. The crisp night air surrounded her, and she breathed deeply, filling her lungs with the refreshing, non-polluted air. It surprised her what the change did to lighten her pounding head.

The clear sky and gentle wind gave evidence the storm had passed. The rain on the road had left a small river, which of course, wouldn’t be easy to drive on. In Tom’s condition, he shouldn’t be driving at all. But she couldn’t be the one to tell him because he would yell at her. Hopefully, the bartender would take Tom’s keys away.

The cool air slipped through the opening of her jacket, and she shivered. She p