“You’re not prepared to fight,” I explain. “And on a bike? f**k, Piper. It’s laughable. The thought of you peddling away from the crack house with Ashley riding on your handlebars… I mean, come on.”
She huffs, but doesn’t say anything. Because she knows I’m right.
Finally, she turns her head and looks at me. Her lips are less than an inch away. She’s so close that I can’t take all of her in at once. My eyes flick from her full lips to one green eye and then the other. Her eyes stay focused on mine.
“Then drive me there,” she pleads. “You can fight. You’re intimidating. You have a car.”
“I’m not wasting any of my resources on Ashley. The woman needs to learn how to take care of herself.”
I release Piper and walk away. She follows after me, her footsteps heavy across the damp ground. “P
