"You don't say," Tricia nods, goggles pushed back up in her hair. "Fellow I was dancing with turned his coat right over and joined the bulls. Could've clocked him right there."
She would've, too, if she'd listened to her urges. He had not even thought of doing anything to help her out, and she thought they'd been having a good time. Men. That one did not know what he'd missed out on.