Falling Into Ruin.
[Briar’s POV]
I remain in place, staring around, taking in the space that looks almost unlived in while my savior, or possibly my downfall, heads toward the kitchen and grabs a beer.
“Want one?” He asks, peeking at me over my shoulder. “Or do you intend to just stand there looking like a statue?”
“I…” I begin, wondering if that was a rhetorical question. “I’ll have one.”
“Atta girl,” the man chuckles, moving toward me and passing me a bottle of some cheap beer that probably tastes like the toilet water at a frat house. “Sorry it isn’t fancy, but this is all I got.”