Beard Up(78)

"You got a jacket?"

She stopped, turned around, and grabbed a large, pink, puffy monstrosity.

I held my tongue.

"Where is this at?" she asked.

I gestured to my truck. "My place." 

Her brows rose. "You have people at your house that shoot stuff?"

I nodded. "Yeah."

She pursed her lips.

"Who are you?"

I grinned.

"Let's go," I said, conveniently not answering her.