“Stop looking at me like that,” Mary said, bringing me back to the present. “Like I’d devour you if you said the word?” The gun paused over my skin, and she went white before her eyes shot to mine. “What?” “That’s what you said to me,” I reminded her. “When you were drunk off your ass during the preseason game.” “No,” she said, pulling away and covering her mouth with one hand. Her eyes doubled in size. “No, please tell me you’re kidding.” “Nope,” I said with a victorious smile. “To be fair, your assessment was spot on.”
