Hunters neutral facial expression turns into a scowl and his grip on his keys tighten. "I'm fine," he states flatly. "I'm not gonna go back to the ranch just to turn around and come back here again - it's a waste of time and gas money."
He takes a step towards his bike, still eying Katie. He knew that he could probably drive okay, but he also knew he wasn't completely sober either. But he didn't care.
"I'll follow you," he reiterates. "Or if it'll make you feel better, you can follow me, but if you do that, I'm more liable to speed. Your choice."
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