He knew I was crazy, not cute crazy, but certifiable.
He swapped his wife and kids for a wild ride with me and now—just as I warned him—I’m bored with the ride.
He blocks the doorway.
“Can we talk? Don’t leave.”
I hide a hammer behind my back. It smashed the Eros sculpture he bought me for my birthday.
I drop to the couch, hammer in the back of my belt.
He sits next to me, clears his throat, and reaches to take my hand.
I reach for the hammer. The only sure way to end this ride.