I give a nod to her pill bottle. “You ain’t out here to off yourself, are you?” It comes out gruffer than I intend. “Because I don’t want to walk in here tomorrow morning and find you face down on that bed.” Explosives detonate in her eyes. “Then all your problems would be over, right?” I meet her hard stare with one of my own. “Sure you’re not running away?” “I’m sure.” “Nobody likes a liar.” “Good thing you don’t have to like me.”
