"Impossible for anything to be a long drive in this town," Cathal reminded her with a slightly giddy grin, feeling high on the anticipation of all of this and of Marcie's kiss.
He started up the car and drove the less than two minutes to get back to his, pulling into the garage and letting it seal behind them. He looked at her, in the shadowy car beside him, and smiled again.
Inside the apartment Cathal tried not to feel nervous. Marcie had been in here before, but it was different this time. They both knew this was something else.
"Would you like an actual drink while we're here?" Cathal asked, nodding towards the kitchen. "There's a white wine in the fridge." He and Jesse had opened it last night and only had a glass each. God, they were getting so old. He could have made her one of the handful of cocktails he knew, but he didn't want Marcie drunk. That had been part of the whole problem the other night: she wanted her to be into his sober.