“Your lips to god’s ears.” She leaned her elbow on the bar and rested her chin in her hand. “So why don’t you want him?” I blinked at her. “I… I thought we were studiously avoiding this part of the conversation,” I admitted. “I lulled you into a false sense of safety.” Tilly winked. “Trap sprung. Also, I stole your truck keys.” I patted my pocket. Empty. “The fuck?” She patted her chest. “In my bra. Where they’re safe. And you won’t go digging.”
