I'm not sure whether to feel insulted or grateful when Derek takes the keys from my hand and unlocks my door for me. I really don't feel that terribly drunk, but maybe I'm one of those drunks who denies their drunkenness while they're busy falling all over themselves.

Goodness, I probably am. Derek's probably so embarrassed for me.

Not that he's showing it, of course. He's too nice for that. I watch as he fills up a glass of water for me and then hands it to me. "I will," I tell him, glancing down at the clear liquid for a moment. "I've been on the other side of this a few times. Thanks for walking me home. And for inviting me and entrusting me with the pies. It, uh... it really means a lot."