Chapter 34

Keith groaned as he hauled the bartender into the back seat of his car. Walt groaned, turned on his side, the part that was turned to stone, and resumed snoring. The god’s lip curled in disgust, watching the man drool all over his expensive leather. Leather that had been specially shipped from Arabia.

Oh, the things he did for mortals.

He’d given one shelter in his home, and now one lathered spit all over his car seat. With a sigh of disgust, he slammed the door closed and slipped into the front seat.

Cars had to be one of the few things that mortals created that were worthy of note. He loved them. Perhaps because they saved him from the strenuous activity of walking or flying. He so detested having to expend himself or doing any activity that would make him sweat.

Well, asides from gyming.

That certainly could not be helped. He could be the epitome of sleep, slothfulness, laziness, and whatnot, but he had to look good now, didn’t he? His knuckles gripp