“Well, when you put it like that…”
“Agreed, Shannon?”
She huffed out a breath. “Agreed.”
He looked at the horizon and flexed his hand. Shannon glanced down, catching the movement, and she immediately noticed the swelling, bruising and cuts across his knuckles. Frowning, she asked, “Crash, what happened to your hand?”
He set it back on the armrest and took a pull off his beer. “Nothing.”
“Crash, that’s not nothing.”
He looked over at her. “I fell.”
“You fell?”
“Yeah.”
“What happened?”
“I fell.”
Crash-”
“Babe, there are some things you just can’t ask about. Okay?”
“But, you’re hurt, I-”
“Leave it alone.”
“But-”
“Shannon. I said, leave it alone.”
She took a deep breath and let it out. They sat there quietly for a while. She noticed he’d almost drained his beer. “Would you like another one?” she asked.
He looked at his bottle and then at her. Finally, he smiled. “Yeah.”
She disappeared and returned a minute later with another beer and her purse. Handing him the beer, she sat down and began digging through her bag. Crash gave her a questioning look, but didn’t ask. A moment later, she found what she was searching for and pulled out a small bottle of pills. Unscrewing the cap, she shook one out and held it out to him. “Here. It’ll help with the pain.”
He looked from the pill laying in her hand to her. “It’s not rat poison is it?” he asked with a grin.
Her shoulders dropped. “There wasn’t anything in the coffee. I don’t know where you got the idea I’d put rat poison in it. Honestly!” She shoved her hand at him. “Here. Are you going to take it or not?”
“Well, when you put it like that…” he mimicked her words from earlier. Then he picked it up, popped it in his mouth and chased it with a slug of beer.
“You really probably shouldn’t be drinking with pain pills. I shouldn’t have brought you that beer.”
“Oh, so that’s your angle. Put me into liver failure, huh?” he teased.
She rolled her eyes and dropped her bag next to her chair. Taking a sip of her beer, she studied the view and then announced, “I need to go shopping.”
Crash looked at her, frowning. “Shopping? For what?”
“Clothes.”
“Babe, you’ve only been here a day. You brought a bag. Oh, wait. I suppose it was mostly crammed full of beauty products.”
“I’m almost out of outfits.”