“Vi. I’m fine,” he said.
I shook my head. “Humor me. I know how fast bacteria can grow, don’t I?”
He eyed my stance by the driver’s door.
“You want to drive?” he said doubtfully.
“Don’t be a baby. I can drive better than you at the moment.”
“I don’t know, Vi. You just went through a lot.” His lips quirked.
“Either I take you, or we walk back down to the ambulance, and you go with Ken’Ichi’s body. You choose.”
“Don’t ruin the clutch,” he said and sank into the passenger seat.
I smiled, got in, moved the seat up closer to the dash, and turned the key. As I zipped out onto the street, he closed his eyes and swore softly. I laughed.
“You aren’t the only one who likes to go fast, Dawson Langley.”
“I keep telling you slow isn’t a bad thing,” he said.
“Call Saul and Tami. Let them know we’re okay. I’m sure they’ve called Mandy and Leena already, so you probably need to call them as well.”
“Jesus. I haven’t even told Truck the truth yet.”
He rested his head on the back of the seat, closing his eyes.
“Dawson,” I said.
“Yeah?”
“I don’t care for the real-life version ofThe Saintwe’ve been playing…so, can you promise me something?” He smirked, and I kept going. “Don’t ever do that again.”
His lips turned into a full smile as he asked, “What?”
“Scare me like that.”
He gave a soft laugh.
“I promise. It’s all over.”
Dawson
HOME
“The miles are getting longer, it seems, the closer I get to you.
I've not always been the best man or friend for you,
But your love it makes true.”
Performed by Daughtry
Written by Christopher Daughtry
The doctor was tying off thelast stitch in the flesh wound in my bicep when Truck’s face lit up my phone. Violet and I shared a look before she answered the phone, putting it on speaker.
“Hi, Truck!” Violet said, her voice extra chipper as if she could prevent the lecture I was already prepared to hear from my brother.
