"I drive out there about once a week," he assured her as he took a long pull on his beer. "Have been since I managed to get my bike put together. I know the drive times pretty well. We'll be good for up to two hours once we get out there. Sun don't rise 'til 5:45. Should make it back inta the city and wherever you need to be with time to spare."

Yes, that was an offer to drop her off at 'home'.

After a moment, he dropped his eyes and cleared his throat, "And if something goes bad, you can crash at my place for the day. Ain't much, but it'll keep the sun off you. Or I'll find you a hotel room. Something comfortable. I ain't really worried, though."

Did that count as an invitation? Hell, it might have. But it was true. If for some reason they cut it too close to sunrise for her to get to her place, there were other ways to keep the sun off her and give her time to sleep.