There was something about her voice that gave him pause...but he trusted her. He dismissed the nagging doubt, heading for his truck.
"You're much more fun to look at than the football," he said, hoping that sounded a little more flattering out loud than it did in his head.
"Darlin', I can't drive." He pulled out his keys as they approached his truck. "I've only had a couple bourbons and beer chasers, but that's still a couple too many for the local cops." And he really didn't want his name popping up anywhere official.