Elizabeth nearly argued with him. The words were sitting on her tongue, just waiting to roll pass the barrier of her lips, but she couldn't get them out. She couldn't say, "He wouldn't kill me," because they both knew it was a lie. Elizabeth didn't doubt that Beau would put her down if she ever got bitten, but she hadn't thought about it much until now. She'd want him to, if it ever came down to it. Right? Right?
Elizabeth could've said a million things right then and there, none of which would've made a difference, but she instead took another long drink from her beer, and when the bar tender asked her if she wanted another she waved him away.
"Well, Trey," she said, finishing off the beer and rising from the stool before reaching out and patting his shoulder. "It's been a blast. But, unfortunately, I've got a full moon to prepare for. Tell that missus of yours that I said hi, won't you?"