Drive by Karina Gioertz Page B

safety of Sawyer’s arms, Jordan became eerily aware of the fact that she regretted nothing. There wasn’t a single thing she would have done differently. And that was the most frightening thing of all. Not the fact that chances were high that she would wind up with a bullet in her chest, or even the part where she was committing several crimes by aiding Sawyer. No, what scared her the most was the way he was able to make her feel. The way that those feelings made everything else pale in comparison. He had changed something in her the moment he had charged into her life and Jordan had yet to discover whether he marked the beginning or the end of things for her. However, there would be no going back now. That she was certain of.
                  “What are you thinking about?” Sawyer whispered.
                  “I thought you were sleeping,” Jordan replied, feeling strangely exposed even though she knew he hadn’t actually been able to hear her innermost thoughts.
                  “No. I’ll probably catch a little shut eye in the morning. Something about the night makes me feel like a sitting duck just waiting to be pounced on,” he said. Jordan could feel him stretch his legs as they rubbed up against hers. He was tense even if he didn’t want her to know it.
                  “Maybe we should take turns keeping watch. I can go sit by the window and let you get some rest. You need it more than I do anyway,” Jordan said. She was about to scoot herself to the edge of the bed when she felt Sawyer’s grip tighten around her waist.
                  “Where do you think you’re going?” he asked, playfully tugging at her side. Jordan leaned all the way back to get a better look at him.
                  “This just seems inefficient, both of us being awake. Somebody should be getting some sleep around here,” she reasoned, but the grin on his face told her she was wasting her breath.
                  “You’re right, we should use this time more wisely,” he said as he propped himself up onto his good arm and looked down at her. “Why don’t you tell me a little bit more about yourself?”
                  “Are you kidding me?”
                  “Not at all. Let’s see, I already know what you do for a living and where you live…not to mention the fact that you have a death wish and a serious issue with needing to save everyone – not that I’m complaining! Really, what else is there? Oh, didn’t you mention something about being pissed at your boss? Why don’t you tell me about that?” Sawyer said as he lifted her hand into the air, gently stroking her wrist and hand before hooking his index finger around hers.
                  “Why would you want to hear about that?” Jordan asked, unable to take her eyes off of their hands. There was something fascinating about the way they fit together, her fingers intertwined with his, making it almost impossible to tell which were his and which were her own.
                  “I don’t know. I have a feeling it will be an entertaining story,” Sawyer replied smirking, a spark of trouble flew from his eyes, egging her on to prove him right.
                  “Well, it probably won’t come as much of a surprise to you that I occasionally break the rules. Needless to say, my boss doesn’t exactly find that particularly endearing about me,” Jordan paused to see if Sawyer was really interested in hearing the whole story. He was.
                  “You rebel, you. What did you do to piss him off last night?”
                  Jordan took a deep breath in, ramping up to give him the rundown of the previous night’s events.
                  “Okay, so, our shift had just started when we got called in on a domestic abuse case. We took off immediately and I’m not trying to brag or