Chapter 12

The few men shrugged, not daring to say anything about it. How were they supposed to explain? Were they supposed to tell the only person who might be able to talk sense into Dustin that his disgraceful state tonight was all because of another woman? Luckily, Jane didn't dwell on it. Dustin's drunken state left Jane filled with worry. She stepped forward and gently tried to rouse him. "Dustin? How are you feeling?" A woman's voice rang out next to his ear. Dustin cracked his eyes open in a blur, but couldn't make out her face. All he knew was that she felt strangely familiar. So, when she came closer, Dustin didn't resist and let her pull him upright. "He's had far too much. I'll take him home." Jane naturally claimed the responsibility of bringing him back. Harry and the others nodded quickly, all too eager to rid themselves of the trouble. As the two figures disappeared from the private room, Caleb Warren finally spoke up. "What do you think is going on with Dustin?" Harry shoo