“I told you that would only be as a last resort, and with proper backup from…”
“Save it for someone who buys that line of bull.”
“I can handle myself,” Mary said. “Clint, I have to get into that rodeo.” A touch of desperation colored her voice. “I can’t stop now. I can’t give up.”
“Do you ever?” he snapped.
“No.”
He stared at Mary, remembering last night, remembering all the reasons why this wouldn’t work. He should kick her out of his truck, toss her bags on the ground and go to Birmingham without her. And then her eyes went wide and she whispered, “Please,” and he was a goner.