Cole pov
The Rusty Blade was already loud when I pulled into the lot, bass from the speakers bleeding through the brick, the parking spots closest to the door already taken by trucks I recognized. I cut the engine and didn't move.
Beside me, Nadia was looking at the entrance. Her hands were in the front pocket of her hoodie and she hadn't said anything for a while now.
"If you're going to back out," I said, "do it now."
"I'm not backing out." She said it on the windshield.
"Then stop looking at the door like it owes you an apology."
She turned and looked at me instead, and it was somehow worse. "Do you talk to everyone like this or is this a me thing?"
"Just the people I'm paying," I said, and got out of the truck.
She was out before I reached her side, which I hadn't expected, and
