This was Maggie’s chance to get away, to get help. Was she going to take it?
Her lips curled upward, and then fell into a frown. “I’m fine.”
She took another sip from her rattling glass.
The bartender’s green eyes watched Kinzer suspiciously. He withdrew to the other side of the bar.
“Where the fuck’s my wallet?” Kinzer asked.
Maggie reached into her cleavage, pulled it out, and set it next to a jagged crack in the top of the gray-and-black-speckled granite bar.
“Why didn’t you just stay in the room?” he asked.
He sat in the stool beside her as she set her glass next to the wallet.
“Wasn’t really interested in sticking around to hear you fucking in the shower.”
“Sorry.”
“I’m not one to keep anybody from having a good time. Just didn’t want to hear it. So what’s with you and that guy? Boyfriends?”
Kinzer rested his elbow on the bar. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Yeah. 'Cause I’m sure that’s a bigger deal than all the other shit we’ve been talking about.”
The guy with the Miller Light took another sip from his bottle. Maggie’s tongue massaged her bottom lip. She leaned close to Kinzer. “You mind ordering me a beer?” she whispered.
“What?”
“A pregnant girl can have like three glasses of wine a day, so I think I can have a beer.”
“You’re full of shit.”
“Something like that. Jesus was all about the wine, right? Just get me a damn beer. No one else will.”
He looked to the curve of her belly. “I can’t imagine why.”
“Shut the fuck up. What right does anyone have to decide what I shouldn’t do? I’m sorry that I need something to take the edge off. You don’t think I deserve that with the night I’ve had? The shit I saw? The shit you told me?”
It was a lot for any mortal to take in, especially one that was tasked with something so important, but Kinzer still wasn’t going to let her poison Earth’s future salvation.
“I get it,” he said. “It’s rough, but I’m not getting you a drink.”
“A cigarette?”
He shook his head.
Maggie’s plush lips pursed. “I hate you.” She scratched her fingernail into the crack in the bar. “Shitty fucking night.”
“Amen.”
She snickered. “You guys have really done a number on me. You know, you need to find a better way of telling people about that God and Satan shit. Some of us got a lot of baggage about that.”
She and Kid were the only ones he planned on ever explaining the details to, so he didn’t really need to get better at it.
“Know anything about Pentecostals?”
What?
