“You’re staring,” she said, not accusingly. Matter-of-factly.
But the thing Leo noticed—the only thing, for a second—was the way she filled the doorway. She was built like a barn door: broad, sturdy, and impossible to miss. enough ass for two
Leo blinked. That was… unexpectedly beautiful. “You’re staring,” she said, not accusingly
“You alright?” Betsy asked, glancing over her shoulder. ” she said
“I know a man running from something. They all have the same look. Wet dog and bad choices.” She reached out and took his coffee mug, setting it aside. “The storm’s not letting up until morning. The phone’s dead. The truck’s dead. The only thing that isn’t dead in this house is me. And I’m tired of being the punchline.”