She handed me her key, from the back pocket of her jeans. I got out and moved around to open the door for her, but she was already sliding out. I didn’t like that. I stepped forward, crowding her against the door of the truck. She was breathing heavily, her chest heaving but she didn’t have fear in her eyes. No, there was something else lingering in her green. Something I should run away from. But I couldn’t. Not now.
