The cheatin' head car wasn't much for running. Or, maybe she was; she'd never found herself in the position of leaving or chasing after someone. The guys in Clark County had never interested her, and her usual shuns to their advances earned her titles as clever as 'ice prude virgin bitch.' But the town was small, and everyone knew everyone. And since she wasn't sleeping with anyone, the girls stayed nice and the boys stayed interested. Sure, there had been a few drunken make-outs, but had she ever gone to coffee and kissed someone the first day she'd met them? Nope. Never. Apparently that was a California thing. But it was behind her now -- literally. The door swung shut and the sun hit her eyes directly, but she kept her gaze forward and direct. She was not under any circumstance going to look behind her, for fear of turning into a pillar of salt. But that was the wrong mythos, wasn't it? No matter. She was going to march herself steady and sure all the way back to Pax Letale.
Hey, hey, ... hey now!" Or, maybe she was going to stop in her tracks like she'd walked into ready-dry cement. Okay ... fine. She would halt her retreat for the time being, but she wasn't going to look at him.
... Oh for fuck's sake, of course she was. She really might have held onto that thread of anger if he hadn't gone and said he was sorry. The metal rod that had kept her spine straight crumbled, leaving her shoulders to sag. Swiveling on the worn rubber sole of her sneakers, Evan gauged him with conflicted eyes, arms crossing over her unimpressive chest. "Look, Vince. If you're allowed to apologize, then I am too, okay?" She was putting her foot down on this one. Jaw setting once more, Evan took a half-step back to remove any temptation despite his earlier advice that giving in would be the best way to deal with it. She wanted to ... but she couldn't.
"And it's not that I'm apologizing for you kissing me, or me letting you kiss me, or any of that. I'm sorry ... that you're married." Heat found its way into her voice, a misplaced anger that seemed to have found its home roots. "And that's why we can't have coffee, or anything else. Because if I'm only sorry that you can't kiss me again, then we're in big trouble, mister."