“What did he blow on the breathalyzer?” I asked with curiosity. Ben was a guy who liked to stay in control. The fact that he was smashed confused me. The fact that he claimed to be getting married was totally unbelievable, even if he’d knocked someone up. He still wouldn’t tie the knot. He just wasn’t the settling-down type. Weekend dad, for sure, the kind of man who’d jack up his kids on sugar then send them home to mom.
“One point two.”
“Impressive for him. He’s not much of a drinker.”
Jack grinned and gestured behind me. “If you let him go now, his limit would be even higher, considering the way he’s guzzlingyouralcohol into his system. He’s all yours, Detective.”
“Yes, I am,” Ben announced, lifting the empty bottle into the air and gyrating his body as if to say “come get me.”
Kicking his ass to bed was all he was going to get from me. Ben pinched off a piece of my fruitcake and tossed it up into the air, catching it in his mouth. He swallowed and gave me a cheesy grin.
Just freakin’ peachy.
