“Darlin’, you got liquor in that bottle?” the cowboy asked. When his eyes met mine again, my heart skipped a beat. I shook my head. “Soda?” Another shake. “Drugs?” I shifted my feet. God, I was so lame. “Water,” I whispered, my raspy voice shaking a little. The cowboy stared at me for the beat, his eyes trying to assess me in a way I didn’t want to be. Then, he turned his attention back to the security guard. “Let me get this straight, man. You saw this woman carrying a water bottle and decided that’s what you needed to focus on?”
