[ The niggling itch under his skin is set off more by her own unease than his own perception of any third party. He's not attuned to that kind of thing, having grown up believing that whatever went bump in the night was probably just the neighbor's cat getting out again. There's a pinch in his brow when he glances back in the rearview mirror, head bobbing in a stiff sort of nod.
(Baby, she calls him, and he thinks it either means things are set to get better or she's gone crazy already. He knows how Polly Q works and never once has she bothered to be that kind of sweet, not to him and not to anybody.) ]
Text message, [ he says, free hand gesturing in the direction in which he'd left her phone. ] Didn't try reading it.
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(Baby, she calls him, and he thinks it either means things are set to get better or she's gone crazy already. He knows how Polly Q works and never once has she bothered to be that kind of sweet, not to him and not to anybody.) ]
Text message, [ he says, free hand gesturing in the direction in which he'd left her phone. ] Didn't try reading it.