It would be so easy. One scream and he wouldn’t bother her anymore. One tiny little scream that probably would tear the bloody motel down. “’m nah yuir priest,” she said and decided that they had share a room enough.
The only problem was if she wanted to go to her room she had to walk past him and she didn’t want to give him the wrong idea. Blast it. She didn’t want to hear what he had to say and he couldn’t make her. She was going to her room and if he followed her there then it was his funeral.
The room was spinning when she stood up to leave. She wasn’t drunk enough not to understand what was going on around her, but she was drunk enough not to care. It took her a second try to grab the wallet from her bag, swaying as she did so.