“Come to think of it, I guess no one has ever asked me how many people I’ve saved.” Jesse shrugged and swiped his free hand over his damp hair. He’d managed to sneak in a quick shower without waking his sleeping beauty before coming down for the coffee pick-me-up and seeing if there were any developments. “Weird, right?” Jack sat on the hearth of the fireplace and warmed his hands near the flames. “Every asshole’s life I take, I count that as a bare minimum of three saves.”
